Because I am so keen to learn more, I circulate the camp, foolishly throwing caution to the wind, asking questions in broken English and my rather imperfect French. ‘What are you doing?’ I hear an English sergeant shout. He grabs me by the shoulder and drags me away. His words are incoherent after that but I get the gist that I am being accused of spreading propaganda.
‘Sorry, sorry!’ I stutter. I am truly terrified by my stupidity but I cannot defend myself. I am sandwiched between two soldiers, who lift me up and throw me into an isolation cage. I crack my head as I land on the concrete ground and everything goes black. When I come to, they have closed the door and the heat is pressing down on me. Slivers of light filter through cracks of my box-like, steel prison. There is a smell of old sweat and urine from previous captives and I know I have acted like an idiot.
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