“He fell on his hands and knees, engulfed in darkness and a biting acrid smell. He felt the floor timidly and touched damp straw. Coughing coming from a corner revealed that he wasn’t alone. He stayed still, on the spot, waiting for his eyes to become accustomed to the dark. His eyes stung and watered from the pungent air. Gradually he could make out shadows. Shapes of people crouched and cowering together, like scared wild animals. The stench of bodies massed so close to each other, their pores oozing illness, their excretions permeating the straw flooring, overwhelmed him. He felt his stomach rebel, and he threw up what little was in it.”