It was a strange thing, shining somebody's shoes when your own feet hadn't been touched by anything but dirt and sunshine for years. For how many years exactly became clear to Samantha when the guard began reading her paper. That's what she liked about this particularly compulsory labor: It gave her an idea of time. She had lost that idea after a few months in Malbura, toiling in the fields day in day out, fourteen hours a day, six days a week, seven during harvest time. But whenever a guard made her shine shoes, and read a paper or a magazine while Samantha was at work, she could take day and month from the cover. Mostly, she was only able to look at the pictures. Depending on what kind of media it was, she saw Bollywood stars, politicians or cricket players.

Sometimes all of these. But Samantha could still hardly read the lines. Her days didn't leave her with the time for an extensive language course. She knew how to say a couple of things – 'I'm sorry' and 'Please don't punish me' for example – but read? A word here and there maybe, like April.

Samantha exhaled. If the title page she was looking up to was today's, it would be her twenty-seventh birthday tomorrow, which meant she had spent seven years a convict. Seven years of hard labor in the blazing sun, sleeping in a squalid cell as the only white skinned woman. Seven years, hands and feet calloused, accustomed to hunger, thirst and the crack of a whip on her back. Seven years a slave. The guard took the paper aside and looked down on Samantha. She was a young one, not even twenty yet.

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She had just started her job at Malbura and was still fascinated by the fact that she could order this American around, whereas to most of the older overseers, Samantha had become a prisoner like any other over the years. Apart from Azra, of course, who still treated her like she was something special, someone who deserved to be chained to the whipping post or to spend a day locked in the stocks a little more often than the others. Sometimes, when Samantha was to receive ten lashes, the guards who manacled her looked at her as if to say: I'm sorry, okay?

I know it's unfair, but she's the boss, and you know that. 'Is that today's paper?'

Samantha asked. The guard studied the printed words and pictures in her hand as if she was afraid she had overlooked something. 'Why you ask?' She stared at Samantha mistrustfully. 'You have date?' She smiled, mean and bitchy.

Samantha shook her head. 'I was just wondering.' The guard seemed to understand. Then, with no warning, she beat Samantha over the head with the paper. 'You better wondering about my shoes, convict!' Samantha apologized and got back to her demeaning task.

Later in the cell, she sat on her bed – a tattered blanket that lay on the dirty stone floor – and thought about her discovery. What would her life be like these days hadn't she met that mysterious woman? She would have finished her studies by now, working in Public Relations most likely. Maybe she would be married. She would probably have plans for a birthday party, the old gang getting together for cocktails and some pot, just for old time's sake. But she had met that woman, and she had talked about her secret desires to her, even if just between the lines. She hadn't taken that magic spell serious, and before she knew it, a friendly looking judge had given her hard labor for life for the attempt to smuggle two kilograms of heroin out of the country.

She was inspecting her feet for cuts or insect and rat bites. Her dungeon was heavily overcrowded, and not just with human inmates. The guards knew about the rats, but there seemed to be nothing anybody could do. Samantha remembered her first night in Malbura, when she had lain on her blanket with a pounding heart, inhaled the smell of the unwashed women, felt bodies wet from sweat against hers, and was too overwhelmed to touch herself by the reality of having been imprisoned in a South Asian failed state. Kumpulan game pc ps 2 tasikgames.