howdy, billy. howya doing, ok?
pssst!
your cell, no key. open! blanket. three cell down. you get me one. take.
ziat go for night. go!
hey man, he's gotta walk, or his feet gonna swell up worse.
i feel myself drifting more heavily into smoking hashish. the haze helps the time pass. also i do soap carvings. erich taught me. and i have been learning turkish because it helps me to deal with the guards and the prisoners. i'm trying hard to maintain some sort of schedule to my life, but sometimes it seems like i'm just trying in order to try.
down here!
sayim! sayim!
ziat!
visiting is over.
how about a shoe shine, friend?
edirne to uzun kopru?