Ophthalmologist
A. familiar voice behind the armored front door, “Five minutes for packing!” Transfer to another cell, or maybe for transportation. Nerves, doubts, stress. I follow obediently along the corridors of the prison, dragging my belongings with me like a mule, and here is another camera. I settled, cleaned, and after a short time, the “brakes”[33] began to open. A young man, short, sixty kilos of weight, a cap-like haircut, a beard and missing mustaches, entered the cell. The latter is a very characteristic sign to draw a conclusion — a Muslim. Having previous experience, I immediately realized that this guest would bring me peace and at the same time intolerable internal challenges connected with the dissimilarity of culture and religion.
“Salaam-Alaikum. Dinislyam,” he said,
