Chapter 30

48 days in hell. I count every single day, every hour and minute.

„Damian?" I called him uncertainly, and he looked at me in surprise.

„What would you need?"

I was glad he didn't yell at me, that I hadn't addressed him, sir.

„Could I have a notebook?"

„Why would you be?"

„Writing," I replied simply.

„I didn't know you were educated."

„I went to school, like almost every child in the village."

„I'm surprised you went to school. Come to my office, I'll find something, "he got up from his seat and placed the newspaper on the table, where he had a cup of coffee.

He pulled a bunch of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door to his study. He opened the door and let me pass first. He placed the keys on a probably desk, where he had some papers and books.

„Sit down, it'll probably take a while. I'll make tea, "he said, taking a beautiful cup of tea.

„And ..."