In the end I was taken to another detention centre, this time near Heathrow. I was held until Christmas Eve. That day they took me to Campsfield House, in Oxfordshire. When I got there I called my cousin who lives in London, and she was sad that I couldn't go to London for Christmas. Every day in detention is the same.
Time goes slowly.
You get up, go for breakfast, go for an English class, or go to the gym. The first few weeks are bad, but when you get to know people it's better. Some of the officers are racist. If you do something they don't like, they threaten you with prison. There are a lot of hunger strikes.