Eleven Spiders in a Tin
Amother challenge commenced. The most complicated, the longest and most dangerous transfer out of all that I had had. The final journey. One way. To the zone, where anything could happen.
Masked guards give orders, take you out of the cell and quickly lead you to the meeting place at the local station. I could hardly fetch my hastily packed belongings. Everybody was in a terrible rush. They were worrying and the tension was transferred to everybody. The atmosphere resembled lull before a disastrous storm.
A search. More thorough than ever before. Everybody was sitting in the vacuum of knowledge, waiting for what was to come. Nobody knew where they would be taken. The future was threatening and hazardous. Gloomy faces with bluish complexion due to the lack of sunl
