Fifty-two hours on an Israeli prison ship

Fifty-two hours on an Israeli prison ship

They had just pushed Eleni next to me, forcing her to her knees, her face squeezed against the cold metallic container.She turned to me and whispered, “How are you?”“Been better, to be honest,” I thought to myself. That’s all I could think of, as if a mediocre attempt at humour

Fifty-two hours on an Israeli prison ship

Fifty-two hours on an Israeli prison ship
They had just pushed Eleni next to me, forcing her to her knees, her face squeezed against the cold metallic container.She turned to me and whispered, “How are you?”“Been better, to be honest,” I thought to myself. That’s all I could think of, as if a mediocre attempt at humour