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The walls are naked. Their scars and scrubs are all exposed to the ones walking around the room. The eyes of the creatures we can call humans are wandering, hungry for faults. And they, the creatures, think thoughts as Why in the world would anyone do this to you? and Hope there's someone to fix this up. As a matter of fact, I can answer them. Someone, I do not know who though, stripped the walls with no carefulness whatsoever. They ripped the photographs and morning paper-articles with one hand, leaving big flakes of loose wallpaper hanging. Behind the white wallpaper there is a grey, kind of concrete-like, wall. This, as you can imagine, results in a room of zebra walls. Add to this the completely empty floor, filled of miniature stones from the smashed ceiling above us. There is one thing that fully blinds the creatures, takes their intention at the blink of an eye. Even I, as calm and invisible as one can be, was stunned. In the very bottom of this room, on the wall opposite from the door there is a cage. This cage happens to be filled with human beings as small as my thum.