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92 Leiby – Border Smuggler

operation, and they wanted to get their hands on his employers.

When he was totally drained and incapable of speaking another
word, he was thrown back into his cell until the next round of
questioning, which began after just a brief hiatus. Leiby lost all
account of the days, his cellmates were replaced with others,
and he became a veteran prisoner, allowed to sleep on one of
the three beds in his cell.

Leiby’s tall figure became bent, black bags formed under his
eyes, and his clear, pale skin filled with ugly, purple bruises. He
felt that his power of endurance was at its end. The ruthless
investigations sucked out of him of any vestige of life. He lay on
his bed,unable to move,and looked out of the tiny barred window
at the fluffy white clouds in the sky. He felt the heaviness in his
limbs suddenly leave him and he was floating in the air inside
a soft cloud… but after a moment his consciousness returned
and once again, he felt all too strongly his aching limbs and the
numerous welts on his face…