A Pillow
The fifteen days lasted eternally. The wounds were still purulent on my body, and the overall infection was squeezing me out. I could not stand the whole day any more, I wanted to lie down, but the metal beds were catastrophically icy. I tried to put my jacket somehow in the corner of the bed to make it warmer, but I failed. I would get cold too fast. To sleep in the common cell rooms at day was strictly forbidden. Therefore, as soon as I was about to fall into a sleep, there was a knock on the door requiring to stay awake and stand up from the bed. The whole process was also accompanied with threats of sending me to the punitive confinement. Frankly speaking, I was not eager to get there with no serous reasons, but the fatigue was prevailing. I repeatedly lay down to take fiftee
