Italy
More than I could ever imagine in my life, like an hell embellished with dreary statues. All resembles a prison yard garnished with tarterd walls. For the past three days, have been eating one square meal. French food were brought to us on daily basis but it looks mashy and my nose detest it's horrendous smell. Only when bread is served that I can give a taste of it. In a small stainless plates, they served our food. Sometimes they gives us three befitting squeal meal if the food is suplus in their cathedral wardrobe. The humanitarian comes once in the Sunday of the month to pay us a courtesy visit. The camp officials will summon them out if they spend too much time with us. They gives us food, milk and other beverages to quench in us the thirst of loneliness and gloomy day. They will also read from the Bible sermonizing us about the prospective goodness that may soon come. Life has been fiendish to us all days. No sign of breakthrough and no hope for a better life. It would have been a little fair if our phones and other telecommunication gadget were not deprived from us. Mine was siezed by one the security officers at the coastal line of Pacific sea. Frivolous excuses of searching for the Intruders and smugglers in to Italy Dawn most men.