We’ve been on a kind of long lockdown. However, I always enjoy them lockdowns. When I was in the streets, I had a hard time being away from my wife and always afraid of being alone. Solitary confinements and being placed in lock-ups taught me to get along with myself with few arguments. It always amazes me how adaptive humans are. When I first communicated with you I was not allowed to have pen, paper, radio or anything else. I had to find a way to write and get someone to send it. They only gave me one blanket which was a fireproof type that can’t cover most of my small body. I was like that for two years. They were long two years. But I learned to cherish books, newspapers, radio, tv, mail, communication, etc. There are times when I talked to myself for hours and even responded to my questions and crazy thoughts. … I don’t need to bother you, once again, with my crazy babbling. Sorry.
Things are not too good around this camp. Too much tension. Staff is angry. Prisoners are angry. No one knows the solution. It is a matter of time before something really bad happens. It is sad to find people more reactionary than being pro-active. Please keep us in your prayers.
