IT SMELLS OF PEOPLEI woke up at dawn. The cell was lined with red brick. The window aperture was set deep in the thick exterior wall. The early-morning summer sun cast its red on my breasts.
I recalled everything that had happened.
I tried to stir myself. My body responded with aches in various places. All the same I got up.
Ulia would by now be beside herself with worry that I hadn’t returned. Although someone in the campaign office may perhaps have seen me being arrested. After all, the office is close to the scene.
I looked around. Bare walls with no plaster, a bench for a bed, a table and a stool, all of them fixed to the floor. A proper loo that you can sit on. A washbasin. Just like a sanatorium! And — surprisingly — there was a pleasant smell. A smell of old, damp brick mixed wi
