CHAPTER 36
It’s past midday when Hee-Man steps out to let the guard know I’m ready. My orientation is complete, and my first day of hard labor begins. Since the English-speaking jailor is somewhere else at the moment, I’m depending solely on Hee-Man to serve as my translator.
The guard I report to leads us both outside, and I blink in the harsh light of the sun. Hee-Man thinks it’s a good thing I’m being allowed to work in the camp. I guess most of the prisoners in the underground detainment center where I’m to sleep are locked up in solitary confinement for months, maybe even years, at a time.
Logically, I know that hard labor is better than torture, and even torture is better than solitary confinement, at least that’s what all the psychological studies on the subject have shown. As fa
