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Essay / The story of the vase - 540
Preserved in this sunny corner, it stands there, silent, mute. Watch everything that is happening around. Every person passing through the hall, the smiles, the lines of tension on their foreheads, the newcomers' trembling, trembling hands, the nerves throbbing in their necks, the throats moving as they swallow their fear. He watches everything. Every day it is filled with a little water and a bouquet of fresh flowers is placed there, by the lady who wears dark framed elf-like glasses, her hair pulled back in a tight bun and formal d Impeccably ironed things, day after day. The one stationed in front of the large wooden desk, right in front of the vase, bearing big golden letters that say RECEPTION, either smiling at people passing by or heard chatting cordially on the phone. She gets the vase. cleaned daily. The stale water which becomes viscous during the day is discarded and it is carefully washed to remove any viscous residue from the previous day's flowers. Then fresh tap water is filled and another bouquet of new flowers is placed. It is a glass vase, with long, thick glass grooves molded into its surface. Its burnished pink color at the bottom fades and mixes with normal transparency as it moves upwards. And then he has a dark past. The glass it is made of is stained with the blood of a prisoner of war. The bloody glass was part of the single light bulb that hung above this man's head. He was sitting blindfolded on a crooked wooden chair and his hands were tied tightly behind it. his legs were also tied at the ankles. Any visible part of his face was stained with light streaks of black grease and grime. There were scratches and cuts on the neck and hands, which were not very old, but the blood from them had flowed a very short distance and dried halfway. His head hung low with exhaustion and his breathing was heavy. It was a small, dark room, more of a makeshift room in the middle of the forest, that was under attack. No windows existed and there was only one small entrance. A large man had entered the bunk about two hours after the prisoner's arrival..