"THE GREAT ESCAPE"
The days were dark in the windowless dungeon. The only available illumination was provided by some merciful outside light that somehow managed to squeeze through the gaps between the cell door and the walls. The prisoner's cell wasn't, in fact, much more than a cave dug out of the soft rock on the side of the mountain. One could always tell when it was raining outside. In a few minutes, the ceiling would start leaking and the walls sweating. Soon there would not be a dry spot left anywhere on the floor but a rock, propped up against the side of the cave by some previous, industrious prisoner. One could sit on that rock for hours, chin resting on knees, waiting for the water to finally seep away. Food was brought every second day and very unceremoniously dropped from a barred hole, over the 206