After all-day working I did not have a rest at night, all the women from the PIC including me were driven to scrub the floors in the correctional force barracks after whitewashing. I was disgruntled, the second day without a rest! But all the women, petty criminals, were happy. On the way they exchanged obscene jokes and after coming to the barracks the gals disappeared saying, "We are not for long! Do it alone somehow here..."
I did not guess that the scrubbing was a pretext, the women were sent to the barracks to satisfy the men's physiological needs. I mopped, scrubbed and mopped again the floor sloshed with bleach. The bleach deeply corroded my hands. In vain I asked for at least gun vaseline. I was washing the floor and the blood was flowing and stained the mop. When I finished washing the floor the gals returned tired but happy chewing some sort of treat on the move. After coming back to the PIC we got our punitive ration and were again sent to work ... at the cemetery. To earth the graves.