When hot and humid, Cuba hovered somewhere in between absolute misery and " the bath is ready, does anyone have any razor blades? " But when it was cold and raining, Cuba was downright unbearable. Tonight was one of those nights.
When the guards arrived at X-ray block they were in a bad mood—worse than usual. And it wasn’t because of the weather. Something was wrong. It was written all over their faces as they pulled five of the camp’s most dangerous prisoners from their isolation cells and ordered them at gunpoint to strip.
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