The Sick Quarters

I was lying on the hard boards in an earthen hut where about 70 of us were taken care of. We were sick and did not haveto leave camp for work. But how content we were happy in spite of everything. The people shown on it might not have been so unhappy after all. I mentioned earlier how everything that was not connected with the immediate task of keeping one self and one's closest friends alive lost its value. Everything was sacrificed to this end. Not sacrifice, but secrety.