What is on the other side of the fence? Will I ever know? Separation is one thing, while depervation of going over the fence is the other. No one has gone over this fence. I only see dead people dragged along the ground by the guards in the morning. This segregation is evil, horrid, and mad. Millions over millions of questions flow to my head. Why? What is on the other side? Will I ever go over? I ask these questions but, I am in a dark room now.