Come in, please. All of you."
We jumped a foot off the ground. It was the first thing anyone had said to us in over 24 hours. Cautiously, we shuffled into the hut.
The fat men stood next to each other at the far end of the hut. Their posture seemed formal, but they had a relaxed air about them, as though this was everyday stuff. There was something disquieting about that. They looked like a pair of bored guards, pulling one more shift, and I was certain that was in fact what they were.
The khaki man was sitting behind the table with his papers in a neat stack in front of him. He looked up as we came in and said, "Line up here, please."
That was a clear instruction and seemed harmless enough. We formed a neat row facing the man across the table and exhibited the patience that we had spe
