Mostly, I remember the hundreds of black and white mug shots of prisoners and victims that covered every inch of the walls – a ghastly montage of human suffering that haunts me to this day. I couldn’t help but think: this was somebody’s daughter, somebody’s son.
而令我记忆最深刻的，是那些成百上千张贴满墙壁的囚徒和受害者的黑白照片—人类苦难的恐怖蒙太奇，至今仍在我脑海中挥之不去。我禁不住想：这是某人的女儿，某人的儿子。这又是谁的母亲、姊妹或兄弟。