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我叫 Carles Guillot,今年 52 岁。23 年前,也就是 2001 年 7 月 17 日,在抗议非法侵占和驱逐卡萨-德-拉-蒙坦亚(Kasa de la Muntan-ya)棚户区房屋的过程中,一名国家警察向我的面部近距离开枪,造成我右眼眼球永久性损伤。由于街区被警察占领,我们不得不等了几个小时才得以去医院。最后,为了不被警察认出,一些同事把我送到了贝尔维奇医院,这是当地最远的一家医院。预后很明确:我将终生独眼。最初的几天和几周非常难熬,疼痛、头痛、愤怒,非常愤怒。
Experience and struggle of a survivor of eye mutilation by rubber bullets.
My name is Carles Guillot and I am 52 years old. On 17 July 2001, 23 years ago now, during a protest against the illegal as-sault and eviction of a squatted house, the Kasa de la Muntan-ya, a national police officer shot me point-blank in the face and permanently damaged my right eyeball. As the neighbourhood was taken over by the police, we had to wait a few hours before we could go to a hospital. Finally, some colleagues took me to the Bellvitge Hospital, the furthest hospital in the area, to avoid being identified by the police. The prognosis was clear: I would be one-eyed for life.The first days and weeks were very hard. Pain, headaches, and anger, a lot of anger.