Pushing Balanda Away
The tension was increasing so swiftly that finally it made the prison guards send the local paramedic to our barrack. However, the latter did not do any checkups or tests, and only offered to take vitamin C to those who wanted. Everything was as usual: one half for the upper part of the body and the other below the waist line. It was outcrying cynicism towards the convicts, and we were fed up with it. The number of incidents was over forty, and a part of them were in a rather serious condition: they fainted, vomited and suffered from diarrhea. These people were absolutely exhausted. The very sight of food was disgusting and sickening. What a person wanted was at least to sit down, or better to lie down, but there were nearly no special places for that. Owing to that s
