Dimitri
They brought me food three times a day.
Breakfast was usually bread and eggs, lunch was rice and vegetables, dinner was meat and potatoes.
The food was good, better than I expected, and there was always plenty of water.
But I was not satisfied, I was not comfortable. I wanted to leave this basement.
The walls felt like they were closing in on me. The air felt thick and heavy, I could not breathe properly down here.
Every time the guards came with food, I tried to talk to them, I tried to ask them to let me out.
"Please," I would say. "I need to leave this place, I need fresh air, I need to see the sun."
But they never answered, they just set down the food and water and left without a word.
It was like talking to walls, like they could not even hear me.
