Guy:" Otherwise we are doomed to return to being slaves. That is why first we need to set up the camp and divide our jobs."
Like this, he became the leader, and gave duties to each and everyone in the camp, while he and a few clearly better fed people, were having fun in the leader's tent.
He was thinking of becoming the head of this camp and becoming the dictator he had always admired to be. What did he have less than those white ghosts?
But he never thought that he was overestimating their power, and importance all this time. Until a big caravan of cars appeared on the horizon before dawn.
The slaves that had just gotten their freedom in less than a day, tried to fight back and survive, using everything in their hands.
But everything was for nothing apparently because, in less than an hour, the whole camp changed hands once again.
