The escape planning
For obvious reasons of secrecy and security the staff of our “beauty farm” was, forgive my poetic license, skeleton. On Sundays, in particular, there was only one person who acted as a guardian. He lurked among the cages with a clipboard to note the test results, he gave us food and then he had the task of allowing us to fulfil our physical needs. We were running out of time, we knew that at any moment they would’ve really ended all the experiments and so we decided that it was the moment to try and escape, logically right on Sunday. A few days ago a new guardian arrived, he had to replace the tenured one gone on holiday. It was almost dawn and he must’ve been really tired because that night we had used a thousand expedients to exhaust him, making him go back and forth
