We've all lost track of time in a damp stone bunker. The cold penetrated the skin, causing chills. Some were crying softly, some were silent. Some tried to sleep, or pretend to sleep. But panic, despair, fear and pain soaked every atom of oxygen in this room, making it impossible to sleep.

I really wanted to go to the toilet. Hands went numb. I tried not to think that the lack of a bucket could be another stage of breaking. That they want to turn us into animals, melting need wherever they have to and ready to give themselves to anyone for the opportunity to take a shower and go...