Life without freedom is difficult, and even more difficult is life without dignity.
Unexpectedly, I would also have a morning run in a prison in the United States. After running around the playground for ten laps, I didn't have any appetite at all, but today I will have no shortage of work.
I drank the shrimp skin soup, and listened to Old Wu begging the prison guard Sally to let me stay in the kitchen to help him cook. Sally thought for a while and flatly refused.
Sally did not give a reason, and there is no reason to refuse the prisoner's request here.
I followed the group of prisoners into the workshop and began to paste paper boxes. This kind of work is boring and tedious, but the prisoners around me talked in a low voice in a variety of languages. I didn't hear the familiar Chinese in these languages, only to realize that I was the only Chinese prisoner here.
The glue is sticky and smells a bit pungent.
But a black prisoner opposite me accidentally knocked over the glue, and he hurriedly yelled, "Sorry, Imsorry!"
A prison guard came over, saw it, and immediately furious, grabbed the glue bottle, stuffed it into the prisoner's mouth, and yelled: "Immediatelyup!"
With a glue stick in his mouth, the black prisoner nodded hurriedly.
After the prison guard left, the black prisoner spit out the glue stick in his mouth and glued the paper box more carefully.
Because I only drank soup in the morning, my stomach quickly became hungry, but before it was time for lunch, I had to stand by.
Finally it was time for lunch. The prisoners began to line up and leave the workshop. I was about to go forward. A big man with a thick arm stopped me and stood in front of me.
This guy is two heads taller than me, he has long hair, and his exposed skin is covered with tattoos.
I couldn't provoke him, so I had to endure it silently, but the prisoners at the back grabbed me in front of me one by one. When I wanted to get angry, two guards holding rubber rods and blowing whistles, signaled us to line up and enter the restaurant.
Although I was at the end of the line, I believe that Lao Wu will leave a meal for me.
When it was my turn to cook, I was already hungry and dizzy, and my limbs were weak. Looking at the window, there was only leftovers left in the stainless steel trough. Old Wu asked me: "Why are you here? The food is gone!"
I was immediately discouraged and said in frustration: "I can't squeeze these big guys, I can only rank last. What else can you eat here, as long as you can fill your stomach!"
Lao Wu quickly picked up a spoonful of minced meat from under the case and buckled it into my dinner plate, then covered it with leftovers, and finally gave me a bowl of mushroom soup.
I thanked Lao Wu and returned to the dining table carefully with the dinner plate. The big prisoner showed me a treacherous smile, which caused all the prisoners to laugh at me. I could not help speeding up. When he passed by the big guy, Suddenly I stretched out a leg and tripped me over, and the dinner plate in my hand fell to the ground, and the meat fell on the ground.
These prisoners were instantly in an uproar. I got up from the ground and rose in anger. I clenched my fist and hit the big man in the face, but the other party didn't dodge at all.
A prison guard knocked on the table with a rubber stick and yelled, "What youdoing?"
I hurriedly answered in Chinese: "Report to the police officer that he tripped me with his leg and made me run out of food!"
The prison guard looked at the big man and gave him a questioning look.
The big guy asked, "Sir, Whyistheremeatinhismealainourmeal?" He also deliberately picked up the dinner plate for the prison guard to check.
I also looked at the big dinner plate, and suddenly my right fist slammed out, knocking the big dinner plate over, and potatoes and cabbage were scattered all over the floor.
The prison guard immediately gave me a stick, and the big man stood up with a "jerk". He was a head taller than the prison guard and clenched; he threatened me with his fist, "You have overturned my meal, I must teach you a lesson." !"
I said: "You tripped me and left me with no food to eat, and I overturned your food. Everyone was hungry. It's fair!"
"Fair?" The prison guard also responded in Chinese, and then pointed a rubber stick at me and the big man and said: "You two fight a fair fight, this is fair!"
Although the big guy didn't know much about Chinese, he still understood what the prison guard meant. When he got permission, he immediately picked me up from the ground, raised his casserole-sized fist, and hit me hard in the face.
The prisoners screamed immediately, but the big man's punch was missed, his right arm dropped quickly, and I fell to the ground with my steel fork under his left shoulder and armpit.
The hunk pulled out the steel fork under his arm angrily, and then looked down at me, but my right fist had hit his chin hard, and I felt my fingers were covered by the opponent's chin. Shattered.
With this punch, I exerted the last strength of my whole body. The man’s upper and lower jaws hit each other, then fell backward, hit the dining table, and overturned a large plate of dinner plate.
The prisoners screamed immediately, grabbed the spoon and fork, and surrounded me.
The guard immediately blew his whistle to signal the prisoners to retreat.
I also collapsed on the ground, my eyes were dark, and I fainted.
The prison guard immediately used the walkie-talkie to request support. I was dragged out of the dining room by him. Then the prison guards who came to blocked the dining room door with an electric shock baton and ordered the prisoners to squat on both sides of the dining table.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a single person covered with white sheets. A prison doctor was checking my pupils with a miniature flashlight.
"Nothihungry!" The guard reported to Leibo.
The big guy was also sent to the prison doctor. The guards signaled that the two guards pressed the big guy's arms to expose the stabbed armpit, and then wiped the wound with a cotton ball. The big guy immediately yelled, and the two guards pressed him to death. In the eraser**.
After the prison doctor dealt with the large head injury, Leibo ordered the two prison guards to take me back to the cell, and then sent me a piece of bread and a plastic bottle of milk, but I just didn't want to move when I lay in the **.
Sally walked into the cell and said to me: "If you still want to live, I advise you to eat something quickly and don't expect the prison doctor to give you an infusion!"
I was still lying on the straw mat, feeling that I was already feverish.
Sally turned and left the cell. Not long after, a small man was sent in. He said in blunt Chinese: "Since we are here, we must live on, maybe we can leave here!" He was also yellow. Skin, dark eyes.
He picked up the bread and milk and prepared to pass it to me, but I had no strength to raise my hand.
"My name is Hideo Yoshio, and I am from Nagoya, Japan. I have been to your country, spent a year in Shanghai, and then went to Wuhan. We are all men, and the masculine man can bend and stretch!"
Seeing that I still did not respond, the Japanese put down the food, reached out and touched my forehead, and shouted: "Sir, Hehasafever!'"
Sally quickly opened the cell door and came in, took out a mercury thermometer and put the British man in my mouth.
Hideo Yoshio explained to Sally in English that three minutes later, Sally ordered him to take out the thermometer, and the mercury on it was almost 38 degrees.
Sa used the walkie-talkie to report my situation to the superior. The prison doctor quickly rushed over with the medicine box and checked me again, but said that he had no antipyretic medicine and could only use physical cooling therapy. Feed me.
Leibo also rushed over and signaled that Sally and the prison doctor can leave, and he said to the Japanese: "You are responsible for taking care of him! Don't let him die here!"
Hideo Yoshio hurriedly promised "Hi Hi". (End of this chapter)