“Raphael had already spent fourteen months in a cramped cell. His world was four, sadly white, like bones, walls; he knew by heart all the cracks and places with peeling plaster on them. His sun was served by a high window intertwined with iron bars that cut through the patch of blue sky. And from the floor, eight steps long, he barely had half the area because of this ringing and rattling chain with a ring that dug into the meat on his leg and almost grew into him...” The work is given in the pre-reform alphabet.