The sky was grey, almost black and the rain had been falling for days. Everything was wet and cold, and Damir was not enjoying himself. For the past couple of days he had been in charge of leading the PeZookian observers through some of the worst places in Sjenska, places that had been left desolate and horrifying during the rule of Srdjan Karic. And now as a final visit he would take them to a former prison in which Karic held his enemies and political opponents, to make the matter worse their families were imprisoned as well. The place had been a nightmare for the people of Sjenska, a nightmare that ended when the USSR arrived.
Damir was getting bored, The PeZookian observers were late and he didn't enjoy the fact that he had to wait for them. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, only to have it put out by the rain which was starting to fall again. He decided to move into one of the nearby ruins to get some cover from the rain. "Goddamn PeZookians.", he thought to himself, "Where the hell are they?" He was halfway to the building when he saw a group of APC's coming his way, "Finally.", he thought to himself and waved at the vehicles.

"It was about time you got here.", Damir shouted, "I've been freezing my ass off." The soldier coming out of the first APC smiled, "It's not my fault, the PeZookians wanted to stay a bit longer in the last village, I just do as I am told." Damir moved closer, "So what was so interesting to them in the village?" "Women, Comrade what else.", the soldier said and Damir laughed.
"Of course.", Damir smiled, "The area is secure and the facility is a short walk from here. Get our PeZookian friends ready and let's move out."
"The sooner the better.", the soldier said, "This rain is starting to annoy me."
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Ten minutes later the group of soldier and the PeZookians arrived at the facility, and the sight that awaited them was a ghastly one. The smell of disease and death was in the air and it was so strong that the leader of the PeZookian observers Jozef Muszynski started throwing up uncontrollably. In the distance they could see a group of tents and what looked like a field hospital, doctors and soldiers were all around and all of them wore breathing masks. A couple of soldiers approached the newly arrived group and started distributing similar masks to them, Muszynski was more then happy to put a mask on his face. After regaining his composure he approached Damir and in a low voice asked, "What is this place?"
"A prison of sorts.", answered Damir, "It is a place where those who opposed the previous regime ended up."
Muszynski didn't look good but he continued with his questions, "But what is this smell? It's horrible."
"That Comrade is the smell of death and disease.", Damir said, "Most of the former prisoners are either dead or sick with some horrible disease, we have removed most of the bodies but the smell persists. The field hospital is treating those who are to weak to be moved into the city."
"Did they all die from the disease?", Muszynski asked fearing the answer.
"I'm afraid not.", Damir answered, "The place was guarder by Karic's Personal Guard and they killed a lot of the prisoners before escaping. I'm sure they would have killed them all, but they ran out of bullets."
Muszynski's face was that of horror, "How can human beings be capable of such actions?", he said and sat down on a wooden crate.
"It is the symptom of a failed government and the rule of an evil dictator.", Damir said, "It is what we came here to stop, to change and in that we have succeeded, I only wish we had done it sooner. Now come Comrade, I am sure you and your friends want to see the inside of the prison."
"I'm not sure we do.", Muszynski said, "But we must, otherwise what is the purpose of us being here."
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An hour later the tour was over and the PeZookians gathered around the APC's, some were throwing up, others just stood there silently. Muszynski himself was back on his wooden crate with his head between his legs, he seemed to be crying. Damir approached the man and gently placed his hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry you had to see that Comrade." Muszynski raised his head and just stared into the distance. Unsure on what to do Damir decided it was time to leave, they had seen to much for one day.
"Friends please gather your belongings, it's time for us to leave.", he said and moved towards the nearest APC, "We have prepared a nice hotel for you in the City. I'm sure we could all use a drink."
The PeZookians and their escorts gathered their things and entered their vehicles, Muszynski was the last man in followed by Damir. "Are you all right?", Damir asked, "I don't know. I had not seen things like this, I had heard of the horrors of WW2 but I never imagined that such things could happen now, so close to our homes and yet we just stood there and let it happen. We did nothing and allowed these people to suffer. How could we have been so blind?."
"We are not blind any more Comrade?, Damir said and closed the door.
"You are not, but I think my eyes have just been opened for the first time.", Muszynski said, "Please...let us leave this place."
"Of course.", Damir said and signalled the driver.