charles wheaton has a pervian girl girlfriend who is a lawyer. charles isn t starving. not so lucky as pablo from miami. he has been here seven years, sentenced to 25 years for arms dealing. lost 35 pounds in two months. he will die in the prison. the i sense that i was here on my own. just because of no medication coming. what about your neck? the guards. this man has snapped throwing water away. he would be attacked that afternoon by prisoners then thrown into this place called the crazy house. four walls no proof. in their mindlessness, perhaps these people are the happiest. can you imagine is in the
And they re sort of pandemonium. anyone is liable to be murdered you have to buy water. in this belly of a lost soul, charles wheaton, a drug smuggler spent 26 months here beyond his six-year sentence talks about starvation without money. now, it s after about two months, no food. no food. no food in. no. not at all. there, they re cooking but there is no water. if lucky they can get their hands on what is left from a nearby slaughter house f not, rummaging through garbage to eat refuse that wasn t fit for rodents. no medical. nothing. there is no. the only thing to help. the guards seem to be specially bred to strike
behind me is a prison gouged out of the windy gray hills that stand outside of lima, peru. the international community of human rights describes this as the worst prison in the world. and any prisoner going inside without his own money to buy food and medication, their fate is sealed. he will rot to death. i am where nightmares are eternal. daunte s inferno is real. i take you into the belly of the beast. a a.band oned hope, all he who enter here. i will be the first reporter from the united states to document on hidden camera the horror of the prison. the guards don t worry here. they ll shoot, shoot to kill. you re dead. you re dead. there is no morales and no ethical code to go by. it s dog eat dog. the fittest survive. his name is john robbins. he walks in the prison three times per week. he s an irish missionary in a place where a cup of fresh water is a reason for murder. his god is a watchful god. it s like one. fate made, everything just gets water, when thi
Out. charles wheaton has a pervian girl girlfriend who is a lawyer. charles isn t starving. not so lucky as pablo from miami. he has been here seven years, sentenced to 25 years for arms dealing. lost 35 pounds in two months. he will die in the prison. the i sense that i was here on my own. just because of no medication coming. what about your neck? the guards. this man has snapped throwing water away. he would be attacked that afternoon by prisoners then thrown into this place called the crazy house. four walls no proof. in their mindlessness, perhaps these people are the happiest.
And they re sort of pandemonium. anyone is liable to be murdered you have to buy water. in this belly of a lost soul, charles wheaton, a drug smuggler spent 26 months here beyond his six-year sentence talks about starvation without money. now, it s after about two months, no food. no food. no food in. no. not at all. there, they re cooking but there is no water. if lucky they can get their hands on what is left from a nearby slaughter house f not, rummaging through garbage to eat refuse that wasn t fit for rodents. no medical. nothing. there is no. the only thing to help. the guards seem to be specially bred to strike