A New Game Started
Unbearable days of waiting for the consequences started. Everything was happening as usual. No prison guard seemed to plot anything. Everything was absolutely calm. Still before a storm.
One morning I was handed a document, which informed that I had to be transferred to another facility and I had to be prepared by the time indicated for the departure. Here we are.
The reason of transportation and the destination were not mentioned. The postman guard assured that I would be taken to hospital and I had to sign a document not to have any problems and finally cure my purulent wounds. However, the guts instinct told me that was not true. Having thought about it, I refused to sign the falsified documents offered to me, but that did not mean that I would not be taken anywher
