Pretrial detention center was built specifically for the people arrested during the protests and looked like a huge hangar with container boxes. From the inside those containers were covered with white chip boards. Because of this, we jokingly called them IKEA-boxes.
Police officers working there presumably were on special terms: they walked around without uniforms and badges, and only wore green vests. They were rude and treated us quite disgracefully. In those 24 hours we spent in detention, none of them answered a single basic question, like "Why was I detained?", "On what grounds?", "What am I suspected of?" and "How long will I have to stay here?"
After one day, a trial was organized right there, in one of the boxes. Our defenders were the lawyers from an activist group called Legal Team, which was created specifically for helping those who had been detained during the protests. Despite numerous procedural violations and the lack of evidence that could prove detainees' involvement in the alleged offenses, the judge was arresting everyone until 10 July (9 July was the last day of protests). After the trial, we were transferred to a real prison called Belwada. It was more comfortable, if one could say this at all about any detention facility, but at least, we had soft bunks, windows and food.
I do not want to go into too much detail about the time we spent in prison to avoid unnecessary comparisons. Being in prison is never a pleasant experience. Of course, if one is innocent, it surely feels better. Yet, if learning the details still sounds attractive, go ahead and read an ironic text
written by one of our crew members with all the nuances of a German prison and some of its characters a-la "Inglorious Bastards".