On the second and third tiers, the bunks are flat plates of steel bolted to the cell walls. The storage room under the bunk is a valuable feature in a tiny cell. Now I had to stack all my boxes on top of each other, which made my cell even smaller. I felt bunched up; I had no idea where to put anything. With the slab of cement lying lengthwise, there was no room to sort things out. In this first-tier cell, I’d also lost the pleasure of being able to sit on the floor and stretch my legs out under the bunk.
