I Want to Break Free. Escape Before My Life Will Be Cemented With Concrete.
This is my third week in prison. No prospect of anything. After breakfast, it’s off to the “Klapper” as usual – paper bags, bakelite, screws, nuts and bolts. Yard walk, lunch and dinner.
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