CHAPTER 31
I don’t know exactly what I was expecting would happen once I got out of the SUV. I guess I figured that since I’m to spend my time here in a hard labor camp that I be handed some sort of pickax or shovel and set to work straight away. I failed to take into account that every country — dictatorship or not — has its own version of bureaucracy. Since no one around me speaks English, I’m left to guess at what’s being discussed. This is better than being sent to some work factory, I tell myself, but it does little to assuage my nerves and absolutely nothing to relieve the pressure in my bladder. There are half a dozen people apparently shouting and arguing about my case, and I hate the fact that I’m too scared to stand up and let someone know I need to pee. Doc may have pulled me t
