Tales From a Far CountryChapter 16 Pictures in an Exhibition
I have begun to notice pictures in my corridor and then even in my cell. They are in my line of sight. Everywhere. At first I never seemed to have time to look properly but now, perhaps because I am better at doing what they want me to do, I have time. They all show a girl, like me, in the company of others. She is always happy. The people with her always seem pleased with her. Here she is serving them tea. Here she is cleaning a room. The sun is shining through the windows and...