Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundster from the pump. These were the routine of my day asprisoner. It was done any improvement later but the basewas the same.As I first told the place was dirty full of parasites, fleas,bugs, and lice that could not be exterminated even takingcare for tidiness. The walls were full of red marks. Fortunatelythe American people provided all their allies, betweenthem Albania too, great quantities of DDT. So remaineda little even for us the enemies of people. One dayin our rooms everything, planks, clothes, and we nakedwere disinfected with DDT. Then they ordered us not totouch anything for two days and three nights. It’s easy toimagine how we stayed in that pulverized place. Wecouldn’t breathe! But even though in danger for our livessuch as contamination, in that place full of people, we werehappy because at the end we were disinfected by parasites.The American people later, send both with DDT evensome flour. The prisoners could profit a little by thisabundance.In the prison we could eat some soft and white buns.Some of prisoners especially the mountaineers that hadnever seen such buns, ate with greed. But after somedays one of them said the other one: “I am constipatedsince five days.” The other said: I have six days…Theword passed from one to another and resulted that abig number of the prisoners was in the same conditions.The directory informed for this, took some harshmeasures.Next day they brought on the yard a big barrel withoil and began dispensing it. A glass was filled to drink161