By chance, he lost everything: home, profession, health and even his voice. He thought that he could not fall any lower. How wrong he was! For the next two hours, we were stripped naked, shaved bald, given a piece of laundry soap for both of us, and driven into the shower room, where a thin waterfall of warm water ran from six nipples. After the shower, we were all given standard army linen, including tunics, foot wraps and worn-out boots that had faded from endless washing. To all our timid attempts to somehow explain our situation, they answered: “you’ll find out soon” or remained silent.