Chapter Twelve
The question remained. Why was I incarcerated? With the enforced silence there was no opportunity to ask and certainly no one to ask had speech been permitted. The guards spoke little English. And it was apparent that the British nurse was focused solely on the ‘patients’ and not the jail’s administration and politics. She was there to insure my health. But so many procedures, such as skinning back my foreskin and gently cleaning the building smegma, brought a degradation of a more cerebral nature. I controlled nothing.
Then came the fourth week, days after the fourth visit to the nurse.
Mila was feeding me, more like teasing me with a promised but long withheld offering of rice. The unlocked cell door opened and there entered Miss Denise. It was the first time I had se
