We feel his every pain just as if we ourselves had been hit. For we all know, only too well, just how it feels. Somewhere in the night all goes silent. We never know until the end of the next day if our Brother survived or if he has died. Sadly, we hoped he had died.
Morning arrives with intense heat and pain.
The pain comes from the boot or the gun butt of one of the guards. It also comes from the feeling of hunger the pains of wounds which have not yet healed. The guards drag us from our huts by our chains, some by our feet, some by our hair and some by our genitals. They lauch as we are dragged into the center of the camp. We stand there under the very hot sun.