A Bed for the Wretched – Chapter 15

A Bed for the Wretched – Chapter 15

After breakfast the loud ringing noise was again heard coming from the administration office. There were two lines forming at the gathering place, one with women and the other with men. Everyone was quiet. The tall man with the clean boots was observing the situation. Kuze, with his head crouched between his narrow shoulders, looking grumpy and stunted, stood in front of the tall man. “You! What is your problem and why are you so pale?” asked the tall man. “It’s my stomach, my abdomen, Comrade…” whispered Kuze and at that moment his intestines gurgled violently. “What’s bothering you?” asked the tall man. “Dysentery...” whispered Kuze shyly, looking sideways up at the tall man. “March, get lost asshole!” I don’t need fighters who shit on theselves! Kuze fled in a flash while holding his belly and disappeared into his cabin. There he lay on his straw mat, covered by skin covers and, as loud as he could, complained about his pain.