Colony stage

In the early June morning, when free people see their dreams, two paddy wagons at high speed raced along the back country roads.

   We were transported from the transit prison to the women’s zone.

   At four o’clock in the morning in the yard of a transit prison in one of the paddy wagons, we have loaded all their bags with clothes and food, and in the other paddy wagon loaded us – parohodik, twenty-two female offenders.

   The guards who accompanied us warned us that it would take four hours to get to the zone.

   Four hours – another inconvenience and humiliation.

   In the compartment of the paddy wagon for prisoners there were two long benches installed opposite each other at the walls. Twenty-two convicted women sat like herring in a jar, close to each other and resting his knees on the knees of others. The ventilation didn’t work, so we sat in a fog of cigarette smoke…