You and 39 other prisoners are led out of your shackled cells. Through the narrow windows of the prison corridor, you see the massive silhouette of a submarine waiting for you at the dock. Your heart sinks with horror: a whole year in the depths of the ocean, with no choice. The guards urge you on, and you stumble down the gangway into the cramped metal belly of the submarine. The smell of salt water mingles with the odor of oil and metal. Inside are narrow corridors, low ceilings, tiny windowless chambers. Every step echoes, adding to the sense of hopelessness. You are locked in a tiny cell with barely enough room to sit down. Through the walls you can hear the muffled moans and whispers of the other prisoners. You realize that what lies ahead are long months in isolation, under the pressure of water and fear. Thoughts of escape or resistance seem pointless: there is nothing but vast ocean and cold metal. The submarine begins its dive. You feel the pressure build up and the light fades. In the darkness of the depths, you are alone with your thoughts and crimes, realizing that the only way to freedom is through the re-education imposed on you without a voice