Archive for May 10th, 2009

Detention

10May09

There is a high-fenced enclosure by the sea. The sun beats down. Security guards watch the perimeter. The inmates are tagged for identification. A sickly, scorched fatty smell lingers in the air. From a distance you can hear the clanking of machines and instruments of torture‚Ķ and the screams. I call it Guantanamo. A pre-teen […]