Even if we were well treated the most humiliating situation was going to the toilet because we had to ask permission. And then later there weren't even any toilets.

We were in a war, but we had nothing to do with it. We had no way of speaking, of understanding, of knowing - nothing. It was absurd, being moved in the middle of the night with machine guns pointed at us.

We lived in danger, they had guns aimed at our backs.

We lived in isolation from the world.

You couldn't ask to live and be in a better city or be in a better situation. But how long I was going to coach, I wasn't sure. But I will say this: I truly have enjoyed it much more than I probably anticipated when I started in September.

It must have been quite humiliating.