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The Prisoner's Apathy and Irritation
We slept in our clothes and shoes, ready for the journey. Many weeks later we found out that even in those last hours fate had toyed with us few remaining prisoners. Confronted with photographs which had been taken in a small camp not far from ours. Their partially charred bodies were recognisable on the photograph. I thought again of death into her arm. We all had once been or had fancied ourselves to be somebody. Now we were treated like complete nann entities.