Trying to make amends for the situation, the guard addressed me in a sly voice:
”You ought to remember that in our country worms and frogs are considered delicatessen! I can’t see what all the fuss is about! Am I right or what?” He carried on asking the prisoner who was assisting with food distribution. They seemed to have all the local knowledge, despite being an aborigine from a remote corner of an empire in demise.
The prisoner smiled through his teeth, confirming what the guard had just said. Heaven forbid he would say anything else! He could have easily lost his much-needed job! I smiled a bitter smile back at him and our eyes met in agreement.
The guard knew that we could submit formal complaints and just to cover his back, he stuck his dirty fingers in my food and fished out the
