"The oracle walked head high, down a darkened corridor until the gates of Room 54 slowly opened and automatically closed behind him. There was no escape. He called his assistant, Paula, who took our names. We remained silent; to speak was too dangerous, sheer suicide. I could not say how long we were detained; perhaps 5 years, it could be more. Even now time could not be kept track of and seemed irrelevant. A seasonal vague form of decoration filled the room.
The assembly at dawn was always viewed with quiet optimism, yet our thoughts were could not erase glimpses of better days; days without the increasing pressures of youth…"