CHAPTER 34
It’s morning, and the electric lightbulb in my cell flickers in a valiant attempt to turn on. Every muscle in my body is sore. I’m fairly certain that even after I got to sleep, I spent the entire night shivering. If this is what it’s like in the fall, what will happen to me once winter settles in?
Only a moment after the light wakes me up, a man walks into my room. “Prisoner 249.” The fact that he is speaking to me in English negates any disappointment I might otherwise have felt to discover that my identity has been reduced here to a mere number.
I jumped to my feet. “Yes, sir.”
“I trust you found our accommodations comfortable and convenient?” he asks. It’s yet another one of those cultural impasses where I’m left unable to detect sarcasm with any hint of accuracy.
I ass
