When the train stopped at a station in that country, the police dragged Narayana off the train and put him in a small eight-foot-by-eight-foot room with a cold stonefloor and a hole in the corner that served as a toilet.
I'm standing at a first-floor window, an arched stone one like you'd find in a church, my face close up to the diamond-shaped leaded panes, keeping lookout.