I felt as if I were an unwilling accomplice to torture. Echoes of the victim’s screams rang off the varnished walls. The door tight shut though it was, could not block the cries of panic. A baby, alone and imprisoned in a cot.
The baby’s mother was visibly disturbed too, pale, and tearful. She was a victim herself, preyed on by exponents of controlled crying, or Ferberisation – that pitiless system, cruel to them both.