The Thoughts Of Nelson
It's been 20 years in this black hole. The prison is rough, always work and more work in the quarry. I'm starting to wonder, long i'll stay will it be a lifetime? I'm missing a proper toilet and some bloody beef instead of cabbages and carrots. It's not the best food but as long as I survive and keep spreading my words. Suddenly the prison guard started bashing the prison door with his baton.
He started shouting really bad. He screamed go out and work you, refugee. I got mad but I could not do anything and I kept my words inside me. I had to work without a salary for 20 years. I didn't feel to work hard because i was so hungry haven't been eating in two days because the prison conditions were bad. We ate about anything we got sometimes remains for animals but most of the time carrots and cabbages. We never ate delicious meat with potatoes never. I missed the taste 20 years without proper food. I was exhausted my back was hurting like nails. I thought I've only worked for 2 hours so i still had much to do. But at least, I can shower in cold seawater after the day.
The day was over 10 hours of hard work i could not feel my spine and my hands was hard like rocks. Every single day i go through this hell. God, what do I got to do. What have i done to make you so mad. I only want to change the world in a good way and you make me suffer in 20 years. At this point, I started wondering does really god exist.
It was hard to sleep, I tried to sleep but i didn't fell asleep. I started wondering what next day could offer. Will it be better or even worse? Why I'm i treated like a dog even a dog had it much better. I was treated like a slave. I looked out the window, I miss the outside world so much. Knock Knock. It was one of the guards. He started offering papers because he knew i scratched the walls with my nails to just write a single word. He offers a paper and a pen. He's said he could smuggle the "letters" to the outside world so the can see how bad the place. Maybe you'll get released faster this way. I felt in my heart that many people tried to fight for my release but the power of the state was too much for the people.
The letters spread across cities and countries. Every month i could send one letter that the guard smuggled. I could feel my freedom inside me. It took twenty-seven years for me to get my freedom. I'm thankful that i did not sit there a second longer.
