I and Antonie got along well very fast. In some points, we had similarites, such as hobbies in drawings, and favorite food that was all about potatoes, a lot of stories of life at schools, and all stuffs about friends.
Although our age gap was quite different significantly, we could understand each other quite well. He always looked cheerful although I suspected that there had to be something wrong with him. In every smile he drew, he hid sadness and I pretended not to see it.
I still did not know what kind of place we were locked up right now. Through the iron bars of the cage, nothing could I see down there but darkness. The walls of this room were of dark brown metal. The scent of the iron was so strong mixed with rancid smell from somewhere made me dizzy.I could not point where it was from. Far down there, a huge fireplace kept burning. The fire was red, the one I never saw before.
