I was dropped at the guard post where they, with almost no formalities said, «Go to the eighth hut!»
I picked up my luggage and overcoming dizziness and nausea passed the guard post in a jiff. My vision darkened with fragility.
I barely had enough strength to reach the pole and seize it to keep feet. I choked and felt faint. Fortunately nobody saw me and after recovering breath I could go on. My way goes to the mine!