eight minutes after the bugle had blown. this eight minutes had seemed like a lifetime. the guards were very busy now, switching the tags for the passes. this was it. now or never. there were women in front of me, fighting, trying to get ahead and exchange their tag for a pass. i turned toward one of the guards. i pulled out my paper pass. i held my pass in the air for the guard to see. but he was so busy he didn't pay attention to me. i was past checkpoint three. i am now in a part of the prison