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been
burnt by the cigarette.
      The mark
was gone!
    I looked down at my fists. I closed and opened them.
They felt strong. I felt strong.
    Someone entered the room. A pair of boots walked
across the floor. I lowered my head trying to seem weak and broken.
    “So, Sami Margulies,” the man who had entered said.
    He stood behind me lighting a cigarette. I remained
quiet.
    “We have been looking for you,” he continued. He put a
gloved hand on my shoulder. Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear. As he
did I recognized his voice as the officer who had taken Catalina away that
morning at the farm. I lifted my head and felt my muscles tense in anger. They
seemed to grow along with my fury.
    “Did you really think I wasn’t going to look for you?”
he whispered.
    Then he walked in front of me so we were face to face.
He smiled.
    “I knew you were still alive when I saw your body
wasn’t among the others on the farm,” he said. “How did you manage to escape
the bear?”
    I stared into his grey eyes but never answered. The
officer slapped me across my face. It burned but not for long. Our eyes locked.
Then he smiled.
    “My name is Officer Alexandru,” he said and smiled.
Then he slapped me across my face once again laughing like he was enjoying
himself. It burned yet again in my cheek, but I remained motionless.
    “Don’t you ever forget that name.”
    He took off his hat and touched his bald head. I felt
numb, completely emotionless. I knew he could beat me all he wanted to and it
would hurt, but only for a while. I would heal and become as good as new. It
made me dangerous to them because it made me fearless.
    I lifted my head and smiled. Then he hit me again.
This time with his clenched fist. Blood spurted out from my nose and hit the
floor.
    “Tell me how you escaped from that farm!” he yelled.
    I lifted my head and smiled without answering. I
stared at Officer Alexandru. He punched me again, again and again. But as much
as he tried he was unable to break me. After several hard punches I still
showed no sign of fear. My jaw hurt but I could take it. I knew it would only
hurt for a little while. I wondered if they could even kill me.
    After a while of taking the heavy beating there was a
small part of me that began to enjoy it. The part of me that thought I was evil
and deserved this treatment. I was mad at myself for not being able to control
myself, for not knowing what I did at night. I kept seeing pictures of the man
that I had seen dead earlier that day. I knew him. I had seen him before. At
night I had seen him in the village. I had met him. I knew I had. It was like a
nightmare that I could only remember fractions of and it was painful to think
about it. I was repulsed by myself for having done this, I loathed everything I
was, everything I had become, for hurting another human being. But it was in my
nature, wasn’t it? It was what I had become. A beast. A vicious creature
lurking in the darkness for its next victim. I stared at Officer Alexandru who
seemed to enjoy punching me. I wondered, if I was the devil, then what would
that make him?
    Eventually Officer Alexandru wore himself out.
Panting, he stared at me and what I could imagine must have been a very bloody
face. He grabbed my chin and lifted my face and stared into my eyes. I stared
back. Something in my eyes caused him to let go of my chin immediately and
stumble backwards. Then I spotted something in his.
    Fear.

Chapter 12
    N ext thing they put me on a train.
They told me they were sending me back to Bucharest to be further interrogated.
I believed them.
    I was driven to the station and placed in a line with
several hundreds of people. They all had that intense look on their faces.
Their eyes filled with fear, their bodies smelled of anxiety. I was pushed from
behind till I lined up next to a woman who was holding on to her young daughter
tightly while soldiers yelled at us and pushed and shoved us into the wagons.
    Once in the wagon we