Henning Tegner

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They put me in a fifty-five-gallon drum that was buried in the ground, put a lid on it, covered it up with dirt. At the top of the drum, protruding through the lid, was a hose spewing cold water …. Unbeknownst to me because of the way they positioned me, the drain holes were at the very top, at the level of my nose.
Talking to Strangers: What We Should Know About the People We Don’t Know
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