A CELL
An Arabian lady who washed her hands next to me just talked to me, I bet she’s in the same age as Lena. “Mmm, Alanza Baheera, you can call me Zaza or Z. Do you need some help?” She literally introduces herself to me. “Huk, huk… I’m okay” I respond then I rinse my mouth after. “Are you sure?” She asks. “Yeah, I’m alright. I’m gonna back to my bunk now” I say as I wipe my mouth. “Let me walk you home” She takes my hand and places my arm on her shoulder.
“Thanks…” I say. The woman walks me to my cell, she’s a nice lady. I do not expect there’s a nice woman like her live in this horrible place, except if she’s from the A or B block. “Where are you from?” I ask. “Tunisia” She replies. “Oh, I mean your cell… but thanks for that information” I laugh softly knowing that I literally asked her an unclear question. “Ahh right, I’m from B block” She chuckles.