Just Don't Turn Around (Chapter 4, page 2 of 49)


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Chapter 4

The guard brought us to the office door where they signed us in and he returned to the locked door where he stood with the automatic rifle at his chest.

After signing in, each of us received a blanket, pillow, aluminum army gear set of dishes, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste. They sent us to room number 73, which was a huge room with bunk beds. In this room there were about eighty people, families like us, pairs or even people who were alone. We chose two bunk beds next to each other and put the things we had just received on one of them. I looked around and heard people speaking Polish, Czech, Slovak and Hungarian. The room was filled about halfway and new people were coming in every few minutes. I sat down on the bed where Nora sat in the middle of the bed, Katarina on one side of her, Peter on the other side and in front of them was the pile with blankets, pillows, dishes and other things. Nora looked very sad, her big brown eyes fixed absent-mindedly towards infinity. She did not cry, but her eyes were filled with tears. I hugged her and said: "Right now we have just hit the very bottom of human society. We are at the bottom and it is impossible to go any lower because we are in the refugee camp. From here we are going up and it is up to us how fast we dig ourselves out from here."

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