Guards push me down the stairs.
I remember this area, it’s where we arrived!
Does this mean that they put me onto a transport?
Transport to where?
Could this be?
For a second the idea of a rushed release to the West crosses my mind.
But why would they do it now, on the day I refuse to work for them?
This doesn’t make any sense at all and the hope hurts.
Sure enough, we arrive at the property room where I received my clothes and linens on the first day.
Waiting for an hour with one officer on guard.
Nobody speaks a word.