For 3 hours, for 3 whole hours the women screamed and screamed, even with her voice hoarse, begging for them to stop. Father was sitting down on the floor with his face away from the window. His eyes were wide open, and the expression on his face was very dark. I have seen that expression before, it's of a person who has been trapped into a corner and can't do anything but watch terrified as he is hunted.
During the day Father left quite early, and locked the door from the outside. The window was too small for me to crawl out from, but it was not like I wanted to go out in the first place. I feel like vomiting, but I don't think anything will come out.
I turned on the radio to hear the familiar static. For a while, apart from some random noises, there was nothing intresting to hear but then the voice of a broadcaster sounded, "Mister hans what future can we look forward to with the continuing times?"