Wednesday
Countdown to Friday. The comfort shopping is in. Asked to borrow N’s kettle. He comes down and the dozy guard locks him in. I give him a 5 e phonecard. I’ve had so many raised hopes in here that I can’t actually believe that the court case is going to be the formality that they are making out. I can’t believe that I’ve spent nearly four months in prison just for some unwise choice of words in the temple of the moneylenders. Two Arbeids(Work Detail) to go. Mind numbing putting stickers on screws or draft excluders. Something to do with DIY. Cheap labour! I suppose its an opportunity to socialise but I don’t socialise properly because I’m too paranoid. Too much on my guard. Mr H from Suriname is an excellent guy who keeps everybody’s spirits up. A real decent guy. Talk about the right guy in the right job. Generally all the guards seem to enjoy their jobs.
