First Grain of Sand — Page 172
156 FIRST GRAIN OF SAND woman spoke up asking if there is anything else. I put my hand on my shirt and said I did not really like the way I was dressed. When a third woman asked what else I want, I said I have a sister and other relatives who I would like to see. Everyone asked a question and, while leaving, told me not to worry and that a decision about me would be made soon. Similarly, on another occasion, a few Russian women, who were either doctors or nurses at the hospital, came and kept asking me questions. When the bitter cold in Moscow subsided a bit, I was trans- ferred from the hospital back to prison. I was given a cell upstairs and lived there alone. I would look out of the window and see the roads were still covered with snow, and there were men using tools to sweep the snow into piles on both sides of the road so that people could still pass by on the road. Back in prison, I once again began to receive bad food like before.