Part 3: Chapter I

Where am I. It seems...no, it must be the Ministry of Love. Due to my aquaintance with one of the guards, I am able to write in this diary; but not for long. Its over. Each telescreen on each wall knows what I am writing. No matter. In this dreaded place where time freezes and malnutrition occurs, anybody would do anything, just to stop the pain. I wonder what time it is, what year, what month...Julia! I trust her. Our love is stronger than this wreched odor of this densley-populated cell. Let me count. One, two, three,...Eleven. Eleven comrades are in the same state as me, all jumbled on this 5 milimeter bench near me. Near me, a elderly woman holds the same name as I. Maybe she is my mother. Who can you trust. Even Parsons, the least I would expect to be here was given by his daughter. Poor fellow. His teeth have been chattering ever since he came. Now if I can get up and swiftly snatch that bread crumb on the floor I can make it through another hour.