Micro Monday: "Of the Gulag"
Of the Gulag
They called us zeks, inmates. To call us prisoners would imply we were imprisoned, against our wills. But the will is a human attribute, and to the guards we were anything but human.
My name is Pavlo Gregorev but I am called Gulagovich. A child of the Gulag. I was born here, live here now, and in all likelihood will die here. I don’t cling to the foolish false hopes held so pathetically by the other zeks. Even should I complete my term, the Bureau has the power to simply give me a fresh one, for whatever reason they wish.