The detainees mill about the cell in their standard issue jump suits. Some are passing the time sparring lightly with one another while others watch from their beds with blank looks. They speak in Spanish and English. Except when they go to chow hall. The east wing is everything that the west wing is not, save the congested nature of the accommodations.
Cells are tiny and contain only a bed and a stainless steel toilet.
There is no room to do anything more than stand up and stretch a bit. It's dank and gray and looks very much like your conventional Hollywood jail cell. All of the inmates housed in the east wing have jobs that occupy their time for as many as 10 hours a day. The minority that stay behind are ill or incapable of working. When they look up at you from behind the bars in their pathetic, almost fetal positions, the cold harsh reality that is their lives is written all over their faces.