One by one we are let in.
Tiny cells with four seats each.
After ten minutes there is no air anymore.
I have no desire, energy and nerve to even look at the others.
A guard winds a sanitary wrap around my wrist.
“Show this to the doctor at your prison.”
“Where will I go?”
“I don’t know!”
The wagon is just sitting there.
No engine in sight.
After an hour we get a cup of tea.
It tastes like old grass.
My stomach growls.
How long will we sit here?
How long will it take?
Where will we go?