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One of the most feared was the Internal Security building.
Many of the offices in the building were trashed after the rebels rolled into Tripoli: case files are scattered across rooms, windows and doors have been smashed and cabinets have been pried open and emptied.
I didn’t know what to expect when and if I got through the border so I didn’t have any set plans and didn’t even have a way of getting there.
As usual though, it all worked out for the best and I can honestly say that my short time in Eastern Libya was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.
The case file notes that he confessed—most likely under torture—to having fought with Abu Musab Zarqawi in Iraq.
The records also show that Saadi confessed to plans to attack foreign companies in Libya.
Also on the second floor are disturbing “how-to” manuals for building improvised explosive devices and mixing explosive chemicals, including step-by-step instructions and photos.
Mahmoud al Kish takes a look at the stairs descending into the basement of the Internal Security building in central Tripoli and shakes his head.
“I can’t go down,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I was eating, sleeping and, excuse me, peeing in the same place,” al Kish says with a look of shame. No one could be sure that a chat on the phone or a conversation in a café wasn’t being overheard or recorded by regime informers.
Citizens could be nabbed from their homes because of the slightest suspicion of anti-regime activity and disappear for years.