Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundspeople to live in. All over barbed wires four meters high,in an area of about a quarter of hectare. On the cornersthere were the Guardian Towers, where soldiers withguns observed every movement and were threaded todeath all the persons that tried to pass the barbed wires.There were about 900 persons inside. It was the campthat later on was named as the unfortunate camp ofBedeni.We were organized in brigades and companies. Andwe were in orders of any sludge of the society. We beganthe work until early in the morning and on the mudwith insects and snakes and the policemen hit us withoutmercy in order to work hard and hard. We walkedwithout resting a little and the head down, the clothessweated, the body shriveled up by suffering. We couldmove with great difficulty the arms and legs to do thoserhythmic movements, monotonous, because of the hardwork but we had to fulfill a certain amount of workcalled norm.In the evening in the camp we got in line to take theblessed bread without being able to talk with each other,we were so tired and we stood on beds without havinga shower or without cleaning, sleeping covered withsome old clothes, that only us could call a bed.* * *Today as everyday we are in line to go to work. It’sdawn. When the sun shines we went to work, in a caravanwithout line and shape. There are guardians withsticks in hands around us, and we run not to be the lastone, just because the guardians hit us.One day a friend felt down just near me. I just wanted102