Chapter # 1 - Born in captivity

It was a gloomy night. Moon was full but between clouds gave a dim light. My Father was in a poisoners camp and my dad was holding the hands of my mother. She was crying and screaming with the pain of pregnancy. It was me inside her womb, and I wanted to come out. Suddenly, a guard started arguing with my mother and my father tried to stop him. My mother fell on the floor and my father was kicked. The guards started kicking her. I could feel every kick inside her womb, and it was painful. I wanted to come out and help my mother, but I couldn't. I could only feel the pain and suffering. The floor was wet with previous rain and my mother's blood. I could see her crying and begging for mercy, but they didn't stop. Suddenly, I came out of her womb. I was covered in blood and I was crying. I saw my mother lying in a pool of her own blood. Dead. My father was crying and he picked me up in his arms. I could see the pain in his eyes, and I knew that I will never forget that day. This is how I was born inside a prisoners' camp.

I was born in a remote village poisoners camp. It was a cold winter night, and I can still remember the sound of my mother's screams. I was born into a family of prisoners, and we were all captive. We didn't have enough food to eat, and we were always cold. I can remember going to bed hungry many nights. Before I was born, my father was arrested by the government for political reasons. There was no one left to care for me and each man as for himself. We were given no money for our work in farms or mines, and life was very hard. My father did his best to care for me, but there was only so much he could do. We were always hungry and often had to beg for food from guards.

I can remember one winter, it was so cold that we had to sleep huddled together to stay warm. I can remember my father's arms around me, and his body was shaking from the cold. I can remember being so hungry that I would sometimes cry myself to sleep. I never went to school, and I never learned to read or write. I only knew how to survive. Life in the camp was all I knew, and I thought it would never end. I can't even begin to imagine what life is like outside of the camp. I only knew that I was born in the camp, and I would die there.

I was only a five-year-old kid who was scared and captive. When I was five years old, one day I saw a group of prisoners being led out of the camp. I asked my father what was happening, and he told me that they were going to be executed. I couldn't believe it, and I asked him why. He told me that they had been caught trying to escape. I remember being so scared that I started to cry. I didn't want to die, and I didn't want to see my father die.

We were there for a long time we woke up around 4 am and there would be some kind of signal either a bell or maybe a speaker and we would know it was time to go and work so we'd do whatever task it would be it could be farming corn rice it could be working in the coal mines none of us had dreams or hopes for the future it was just so natural that's just the way it was going there live there died there if we do something wrong or don't work well the guards would give us an option you can either starve or get beaten so one of the rules that we learn is that we are never ever supposed to eat anything that is not given to us. One little girl, who was probably six or seven at the time, must have come across something to eat and she didn't want to eat it all at once. she must have wanted to save it so she had to hide it in her pocket and one of the guards found out. he said why didn't you follow the rules you know better than that and he repeatedly hit her on her head and eventually she passed out. The next day she didn't come to work so the guard sent us to go get her but when we reached the girl's barrack she was dead they beat this child to death. My father was really sad but he was just a fellow prisoner to me I didn't have any sense of family the hardest thing in my whole life is probably the memory of my dad in chains at night. I learned as a child that I'm supposed to report to the guards. at one point I was thinking of turning my own father. I would report any prisoner if they're doing anything wrong and the more I report on them the better off it is for me. there were prisoners near the wire, so I thought they were escaping and I reported on them I really had no anticipation or thoughts of what would come from that there were many people gathered, and my father and I were forced to watch their execution?but honestly I really had no emotion.

A few days later, I saw my father being led out of the camp with the other prisoners. I knew that he was going to be executed, and I started to cry. I begged the guards to let me go with him, but they just laughed at me. I watched as my father was marched to the edge of a pit, and I knew that I would never see him again. I can still remember the sound of his screams as he was pushed into the pit and executed. I was so scared and alone, and I wished that I had gone with him.

After my father's death, I was left alone in the camp. I didn't have anyone to care for me, and I had to fend for myself. I was only six years old, but I had to grow up fast. I learned how to steal food from the guards, and how to beg for scraps from the other prisoners. I was always hungry, and I was always cold. Life in the camp was hard, but I survived. I was born into a family of prisoners, and I never knew anything different. I thought that life outside of the camp was a myth. I thought that I would die in the camp, just like my father did. I never imagined that I would one day escape and that I would finally be free.