Template:Adminpick/September 2016

They were horribly wretched things.

''My days usually begin and end with seeing them. The Dokhodyaga, or the “Goners”, were located on the other side of the barbed wire as I walk by. Almost all of these people had large sores on their bodies, missing teeth, glossy eyes, and a strange and inhuman appearance to their faces. They all stank worse than the normal prisoner, as they had no control over their own bowels and bladders, their rotted clothes were drenched with excrement. Some of them were raving and wailing incoherently, while others were dazed and night blind, arms stretched out as they continually bumped into everything in their pathways.''

''A couple of them were not moving, bodies stiff along the cold ground, a clear indication that life left them not too long ago. I have seen them for a few months now, but it was still difficult to get used to. What makes it even worse, is the constant reminder that it could easily be your own fate at any time.''

''I shudder and rub my arms for self-comfort, eagerly anticipating some soup. Well, not so much soup, it is some sort of mystery mush floating in salty water. Maybe if I’m incredibly lucky I will get a decent size piece of bread. I’m pretty sure I met my quota for the day…well, I sort of cheated here and there, but so far no one is the wiser. (Read more...)''