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I
’
ve
just
tried
to
escape
.
What
I
did
was
to
wait
for
him
to
unbolt
the
door
,
which
opens
outwards
.
Then
to
push
it
back
as
violently
as
possible
.
It
’
s
only
metal
-
lined
on
this
side
,
it
’
s
made
of
wood
,
but
it
’
s
very
heavy
.
I
thought
I
might
hit
him
with
it
and
knock
him
out
,
if
I
did
it
at
just
the
right
moment
.
So
as
soon
as
it
began
to
move
back
,
I
gave
it
the
biggest
push
I
could
manage
.
It
knocked
him
back
and
I
rushed
out
,
but
of
course
it
depended
on
his
being
stunned
.
And
he
wasn
’
t
at
all
.
He
must
have
taken
the
force
of
it
on
his
shoulder
,
it
doesn
’
t
swing
very
smoothly
.
At
any
rate
he
caught
my
jumper
.
For
a
second
there
was
that
other
side
of
him
I
sense
,
the
violence
,
hatred
,
absolute
determination
not
to
let
me
go
.
So
I
said
,
all
right
,
and
pulled
myself
away
and
went
back
.
He
said
,
you
might
have
hurt
me
,
that
door
’
s
very
heavy
.
I
said
,
every
second
you
keep
me
here
,
you
hurt
me
.
I
thought
pacifists
didn
’
t
believe
in
hurting
people
,
he
said
.
I
just
shrugged
and
lit
a
cigarette
.
I
was
trembling
.
He
did
all
the
usual
morning
routine
in
silence
.
Once
he
rubbed
his
shoulder
in
rather
an
obvious
way
.
And
that
was
that
.
Now
I
’
m
going
to
look
properly
for
loose
stones
.
The
tunnel
idea
.
Of
course
I
’
ve
looked
before
,
but
not
really
closely
,
literally
stone
by
stone
,
from
top
to
bottom
of
each
wall
.
