The 'call' came out quickly, without turning his gaze. So I was left alone in that cold cell, without understanding why. And the headaches, which began to be felt, I overwhelm the mind, unable, now, to think rationally about my situation. I do not know how long I remained thus, motionless, thrown to the ground like an old rag on that hard concrete, which for days had picked up my tears of anger.
I had hoped to return free at any time. I even prayed to the sky ... I, who even as a child I had ever done ...
was no longer just a dream, or a plea to a distant God. The freedom was there, watching me from the glimpse of the starry sky that was visible from the door half open.
But now I was not wanting. When he left, my 'guard', the being that until a few minutes before I was cursed with all my might, I as he had emptied.
There, on the corner cold and dark, clear night, I felt that I called unto him, I saw the way of much needed escape ... but I no longer knew who I was.
The right arm began to hurt, not everything, but only a specific point. Carefully I raised my sleeve shirt worn to identify the reason for that suffering. With disarming surprise I noticed the cause of the annoying pain: a number, a six-digit number, branded.
I was overcome by an uncontrollable panic, something akin to a shock through my muscles. I no longer heard, even the exhaustion seemed abandoned me ... I just wanted to run, run away ... from that place, all unanswered questions, one that did not recognize myself. In
impetus of emotion, was taken into the 'guard'. In a language incomprehensible, but guessed by frantic gestures, ordered his equally desperate to bring in another. The tasks performed and carelessly dropped on the floor, the poor fellow. And for the second time, the damn door closed behind to be horrible.
It had happened so quickly that for a moment I thought I had imagined it all ... I had seen to that surreal sequence paralyzed as a condemned man assists in building his gallows and, in a dramatic flash of lucidity, I thought, if nothing else, the death would be almost a certainty healthy for my poor nerves now on the verge of destruction.
was a soft noise to fetch at least partially on the scene of absurd theater that persisted in wanting to call reality. I turned my head and I had to sharpen the view to being able to see the profile of the dark figure that was approaching slowly.
in the excitement of a moment before I had paid attention to the features of the new prisoner, that proceeded with apparent difficulty, crawling on all fours ...
Slowly, in the segment of light that the moon high in the night threw in the room through a narrow opening, revealed the face of a woman ...
'Jeff' whispered the woman. 'Jeff, are you?' Her face quivered imperceptibly, perhaps out of fear or perhaps the thrill of having found a person known. With hesitation I began to speak. 'I. .. I do not know .. I do not know anything .. ' I did not have time to end this meaningless phrase that jumped on the woman with obvious trepidation. 'Oh Jeff, Jeff's you! Recognize your voice in a thousand! '
(continued?)
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