Day worthless people sat in my cramped room: Johan, Miriam, Susan and me. We did not know yet where we will move this time, but subconsciously I felt that it was the next place will be even worse than the workhouse. Shelter, in fact any place reeked of the pigpen. The stench of rotting mattresses unfolded even in front of the shelter. We were all imbued with the scent to the extent that criticized our fingers on the street. I not yet felt somehow very discriminated against because I was trying to work in his room, a cramped 2 to 3 meters I've had my five square meters. The whole 5 meters, of which about one meter it was free, nothing pledged floor, this is my space on the ground, which really was not mine. You could always throw me out on the freaking face unnecessary as the dog or other animal. Sometimes
Miriam came to see me in the middle of the night and quietly wślizgiwała under the blanket. She kissed me in every corner of my prześmierdniętego body, and I repaid the its the same thing. Always when I woke up after such a night, it never was with me. From dawn helped in shelters kitchen, where breakfast is served soup, milk, najobrzydliwszą that you can imagine. But we all ate it. Better than nothing. Johan sometimes wybrzydzał - accustomed to French cuisine - he could not bear that his violet palate is abused all these dishes straight from the pig trough. Sometimes preferred to cook on my own something of himself. He left early in the morning before building a shelter and hunting around the trash for mice and rats. He collected some weeds stubbornly arguing that it is the thyme and savory, but it really was a list of some ornamental shrub and grass. Cook later at their goats, which he had in the room, some strange concoctions and casseroles from their findings, and he secretly devouring it. Always then had an attack of epilepsy, so we had to watch him out of hiding to make it in time to help him if necessary.
summer, we spent the whole day with Miriam and Susan on a bench in a nearby park. Since the park did not belong to a shelter, we were able to speak. Sometimes I even talked all at a time, just as long to say anything to each other. During this time, we always walked Johan river - effluent from a nearby factory and constantly trying to catch a fish or a frog. To no avail.
We are accustomed to everything and everyone wondered: what now?
not counted on anything better than a shelter, on the contrary, but everyone was secretly hoping that at least will not be smelled, and may even be some bathroom.
Roznoszący the clatter of heels down the corridor Sister Superior marked the last moment spent in this institution. My sister stood in the doorway and nodded. We got up and went out. Before the building was already waiting for us truck. In silence we got the Pake. The driver fired the engine and the rattle of a cobbled street potoczyliśmy themselves do not yet know where.
drove the truck bed by corrosion have about two or three days, with short breaks for the driver who raped us one by one and immediately fell asleep after orgasm. I even have the impression that Johan is disliked, and even when he waited his turn. When the driver fell asleep quickly wyskakiwaliśmy from the truck and gathered what they could, just for something to eat., absolutely no matter what. Then I missed this disgusting milk soup with shelter. On one of these remain standing over my head so tired driver killed while sleeping. This gave a lot of benefits. First - we own and on their own to go somewhere, I do not really know where, but I always wyrwalibyśmy to even out of control. Sure, and so that they found us, because once someone doniósłby on us ... . Secondly - we could eat the driver, which was not that such silly, because the famine has already started to hallucinate. I have seen such Johan who claimed his fishing rod in the direction of Susan, and Susan swallowed the hook and gave him to catch, and Johan tore her something with guts and with radiant smiles both ate in silence. Another time, Susan and Miriam ignited the fire which baked Johan. The vision was so realistic that, from the smell of roasting meat liquid saliva my chin ... .
Wybudziło me penetrating cold. Instinctively I began to rub her hands on zgrabiałe shred my clothes, which was once mantle. It was still dark, but I did not know whether it was night or dawn, or maybe late afternoon. Actually, it did not matter. We saw all of my life ... .
Miriam was still asleep. Johan and Susan onanizowali each other out. Sure they wanted to warm up. Truck
constant. There was no driver in the cab, or here, at pace. I went outside. Waiting for us. I was frightened because I did not expect that we are already in place. I woke Miriam and lined up in series.
mustachioed guardian along with his aide and driver write something in their notebooks at the moment by looking in your arms. Reported our arrival - I thought.
assistant supervisor waved at us black bar and followed him. Carer and the driver were. Probably a little longer wanted to talk. I thought that maybe the driver will tell guardian that Johan likes raping ... . We went to the forest and we walked a good few hours. At times I felt that I die, I was not completely forces. I wondered just how Susan, Johan and Miriam give advice to maintain the pace of such murderous march imposed by the assistant supervisor. Then, I saw the building. Gray, concrete block and those characteristic barred windows.
Inside the building some distributed pensjonariuszka us through the rooms of, strangely enough I got a number one again. Miriam will be able to come in the night - I thought. My room - if it can be called a cubicle that had no windows. Obstruct the doorway poklejoną disposable foil bags. Of bed was to serve me a thick, straw mat. It was cold and gray. I lay on my bed and immediately fell asleep.
not know how much I slept, but probably very short, when someone hit me with a whole forces in the nucleus. Crushing pain almost knocked me. I opened my tearful eyes. Above me was a smiling assistant keeper, who with his black rod showed me the door. Curled up and sore from the floor, got up and walked out. It turned out that I overslept on appeal. That meant one thing - punishment cell ... .
remember the exact expression on his face when I wrote out my mentor on your personal foul. Touched the tip of the tongue every now and then his huge mustache and scratched after nieogolonym chin. His steel-gray eyes looked at me greedily. When he finished, stood up, walked over to me and with all forces grabbed my scrotum. He smiled from under his mustache, and smashed my left testis. If it were not
masakryczny pain crushed kernel is sitting in solitary confinement would not be so bad. Would get even a meal, usually half a glass of water and raw beet leaves. The cell was entirely covered in concrete wydrapanymi subtitles, and I'd have to read. Only if it was not masakryczny pain ... .
I do not know how many days have passed, but the pain is not passed only I probably got used to it. I thought about the sun and cloudless sky. Sometimes I thought of Miriam. I know that I could not talk to her, but although I could look at her furtively. No, do not miss me either Johan or Susan. With them I always somehow less common. Miriam and I missed it very much. Even the nail on the wall, reached her first and I saw myself on there.
When the pain decreased slightly, I realized that it really is a very small cell. Two meters per meter, but it really did not matter. We saw all of my life ... . When I was getting a meal, to my surprise I heard that someone talks! The fact that there were whispers silently, but clearly heard - "... approaching the day of useless people ...".
I do not know how long you did not get a meal, but in the end came for me, assistant supervisor of a boarder. Inmate had tattooed black bar, which went from the forehead to the chin - centrally through the middle of the face. It's probably the caretaker - I thought. Since I had no strength to stand on my feet dragged me from my cell and threw him on the corridor. It's probably they were whispering - I thought. The caretaker looked at me, but his eyes did not see any feelings. The assistant supervisor nodded and janitor kicked me straight in the stomach, then they went away.
I was lying in the corridor. I could go back to your room. Slowly I began to crawl along the wall, but soon I fell completely from the remaining strength I had and fell asleep.
his military supervisor presses the shoe my head to the concrete floor. Not move up. I was all the same. Even I wanted to crushed my skull, but it would be too easy after all. After a while when I found out that I woke up threw my piece of paper. Dismissal due to poor condition of the inmates. I had to report to room R48. That was the beginning of the end.
Room R48 each morning to gather all the residents are unable to work. Was tight and really sitting on one another, saying nothing, doing nothing, and barely breathing. Some elderly residents were taken out of the wall. They were senior residents, who were holding in check the other, unable to work. In the R48 very soon it was getting stuffy. Oxygen began to be missing after a quarter. Sitting here all masakryczne day was a chore. People fainted, vomited, srali, Puppy. On the third day of his stay in the R48, I noticed that some couple copulate in the corner. In their distress is also noticed someone of high rank. With merciless vengeance fell two janitors who rozpychając the sweat, stinking mob caught up with the lovers. A woman once drove black rod into the vagina, mimicking the movements of the friction. Black steel rod tore her clitoris, labia, cervix rozkwaszał ... . Blood bryzgała the concrete walls, the guards on us. I looked a man who was lying a little while ago on this poor woman. His face expressed nothing. Absolutely nothing. His indifference to me was totally gruesome. When the janitor had finished with the woman, spoke up for him. To the urethra with great force drove his black rod like a catheter. Then squeeze his testicles leather strap and scrubbing the scrotum black bars as pilnikami until the scrotum was eliminated from his body. R48 room dripped with blood. The caretaker pointed out to me and some other man. We had to move mutilated bodies of those people to the punishment cell.
've been dragging them on the concrete floor, leaving two thick red streaks. I thought that I still bleed to death. Suddenly the keeper stopped us. It was evident that he is upset, or rather excited. Before our eyes, he began raping a man first and then woman. We stood beside and watched. My companion was sick. Blissful eyes guardian kopulującego with something of the vaginas were świdrowały przestrzał us. Tutor ślinił pojękiwał and quietly. When I came to orgasm dick pulled out of the bloody, vaginal marmalade, pointed black rod on my colleague. Ordered him to kneel and then dropped him in the face.
long time I could not sleep. I thought of Miriam. I thought of Susan and Johan. I thought about myself and why I have to just be here? Actually, it did not matter. We saw all of my life ... .
zagoniono us on appeal to the underworld. In the narrow corridor with a low ceiling, unless they were gathered all the inmates. Amazingly, I could not see anywhere else, or Miriam, or Susan. But I saw Johan. Johan from the stripe on his face tattooed. He held the hands of black rod and struck him in whom fell. Other keepers guarded the sole way out of this claustrophobic corridor. In the doorway stood a guardian, who turnin his mustache smiled at us a complete mug. The caretaker came out closing the door. I heard clearly from the depths of the corridor as someone whispered: "- and here came the day of useless people ...".
awoke. Many no longer live. Some died of starvation, others from thirst and hunger. The stench of corpses receive residual oxygen, which could still be here somewhere. Miriam look - I thought but it was not real. As soon as I rose up immediately lost consciousness. My last thought was a milky soup of the workhouse. I tasted so much.
Miriam? Yes, I loved it and the rest of my siblings - Susan and Johan, but he really did not matter. We saw all of my life ... .
