Chapter 6
They didn’t feed him that first evening and after spending an uncomfortable night in the cell, he lost all knowledge of what part of the day or night it was. There was no window in his cell and only the constant brightness of the electric light from outside in the corridor to illuminate the gloom. Meals were delivered sporadically, slipped through a flap at the bottom of the door. He wasn’t given access to a shower nor was he able to brush his teeth.
Three times an officer, clad head to toe in black, entered his room to ask if he had anything he wanted to say. Three times he shook his head woefully and replied he didn’t. The officer left and Julian was alone again to contemplate a life in the notorious work camps, where he’d be working from sunup to sundown with only one small
