<They separated families splitting off almost every man and some of the women.

"Women! Nothing is ready for your comfort where they are going to bring you. The men will go ahead, come earlier and see you on site.

Certainly it was a lie. But a brilliant lie. Everybody in elation rushed to the windows and chinks when our train passed a group of people marching under guard!>

"Our husbands! They are going to welcome us!" shouted the women crowding near the windows and looked hopefully at the clusters of men.

Alas! It was always a disappointment...

"It's probably oil rigs. They probable explore oil here," I thought. When time came I found out what those towers, huts and fences meant... But then I was miles from belief that slavery was possible in the 20th century. So why did I feel a tug at my heartstrings as if in apprehension?