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PART I - IN THE SHADOW OF DEATH
CHAPTER 10 - THE CRY OF THE BEATEN WOLVES

I had worked two weeks for Uncle Adi and felt that I was becoming a fairly good locksmith, when I was suddenly transferred. It was back to a lone cell for me, with no company but my loneliness and frustration. For long days and nights I kept thinking of my fate, and my thoughts were rather pessimistic. For two and a half years I had received no news of wife and child, and I felt lonely and forlorn. I knew that millions of other people shared my feelings. I tried to figure out how it would be possible to fight with ideas in a world where force seemed dominant, and decided that the solution might be a revolt of all those who were ready to start action on their own, and by themselves, without any previous planning. If they would all revolt at the same moment, I thought, something might be achieved. This was expecting a miracle that had never happened in the bloody history of slavery.
A few days later, my quiet, philosophical life was rudely interrupted. I was taken by the guards to be interrogated. The detectives of the Secret Police were rough and cruel. They wanted an immediate confession. Their charges were centered on my wife and her friends. "There was a conspiracy, wasn't there?" they demanded. They pressed me with hundreds of questions. "No, no, no," was all I could answer. This torture lasted for days until my nerves were on edge. Suddenly, it stopped, as unexpectedly as it had started.
I was already back in the loneliness of my cell when a prison officer visited our wing. "What are you doing here?" he inquired with surprised laughter, as if I had any control over my fate. "Why aren't you working?" "Because you won't let me," I answered. "Who won't let you?" "You," I replied, listlessly, suspecting some new trick. "I'll let you," he answered in a strange voice. "Soon you'll be working as an engineer. You should know that we do not all long to liquidate you. There are good patriots among us too." This made me angry, but he left before I could make any unwise remark. In spite of all the past

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