He had been in what the prisoners of La Santé simply called the Coffin. It was a crate in which a prisoner would lie on his back and the guards would feed him through holes. Another hole allowed him to relieve himself, and, other than the guards shouting at the prisoner twice a day, there were no interactions. Gustav had been placed there for attacking another prisoner that the guards were fond of. One guard in particular, Gy, had taken enormous pleasure in Gustav’s predicament and at one point urinated on him in the box, the other guards laughing behind him. When Gustav was walking out of the prison in the jeans and sports coat he had worn at his arrest, he smiled to Gy and told him he wished he had an enjoyable life. “Fuck you, Gustav. If I see you in here again, it will not be as pleasant.” “Take care of yourself, Gy. It is a dangerous world we live in.” A car was waiting out front and he got into the backseat.
