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The first days we tried to become invisible. We let’s work in silence, let’s keep it head down, avoid looking directly any soldier. But Funsteiner was still watching us. He passed between the rows of women during the morning count and its gaze lingered. It was not a look of vulgar lust, it was something worse. It was a look of property.
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