Lunch was somewhere between the last two jails.
I won’t get fat here.
Got a stack of clothes.
A guard takes me to my cell.
I finally meet the guys I will spend my next months with.
4 triple deck beds.
2 tiny tables, 6 three-legged stools.
It seems to be military-organized.
The ‘cell-senior’ shows me my bed.
Clothes and towel are to be folded to exactly 17 inches.