"Welcome to soviet socialist paradise."
For me it was somehow beautiful and sad at the same time to see that someone had attached horseshoe on the door of the cell. It reminded me of that fact that there really was ordinary people living in those damp, dreary, stony cells where was so little light coming in. Some of the cells were even windowless. Walking in that space made soviet jailers short, harsh commands to echo in my head. Heavy, black iron locks and bars drained all the hope from those cells. Crying seagulls in the sky made the atmosphere even more distressing and despairing.