In my cell, Where nearby there were children locked in rooms with playgrounds, I could smell cabbage. I remember the smell described in an old book. I guess the proverb goes, "Do not oppress the stranger in the land."
In my cell, Where nearby there were children locked in rooms with playgrounds, I could smell cabbage. I remember the smell described in an old book. I guess the proverb goes, "Do not oppress the stranger in the land."