Four walls held a weary soul inside. Trapped, enclosed and deprived of his own liberty, he stood at the foot of a battered bunk bed. The pillow had a hole in it, the sheets were drenched with sweat and bedbugs dawdled over the stinking mattress. The stale smell of perspiration filled the whole room, resembling the one emanated by some rotting carcass left on the … Continua a leggere Four Walls