And I didn't cry. Because when something is so awful it transcends tears.
The numbness inside me was a sign that I could not process any more, so we went outside and stared at the double electrified fences which kept them from escaping
and at the guard shack
and at the wide empty square ringed by rich green grass.
Our guide book said that when anyone escaped the prisoners were made to stand at attention all day long in that square, in all kinds of weather, while the guard watched them from inside his little shack which was equipped with a small fire so that he would not get cold from the snow, when he had to take on such hard duty,