Day 527

The guard that bought my lunch today mentioned that we would be able to write letters to loved ones soon. I don't think he realised poor chap, but it didn't help to have such bad memories return.

Day 526

I didn't see my dear fellow today. I hope he's making good use of the pencil. Maybe he stayed in the cell to do some drawing. I haven't seen my office friend for three days now.

Day 525

I found out today that my pencil was worth quite a lot of "favours" for me. It was simply a gift to the poor soul, but he was adamant that he wanted to help. So I just said it would be nice to hear from other people once in a while and he nodded and vanished into the crowds.

Day 524

Daily walks have started becoming interesting for me. I've met a couple of people in the courtyard who have said that they can "get me things" although not sure how. One of them said he only wanted a pencil. I am sure he could have one of mine.

Day 523

Wow, a surprise! I went for my walk today and was surrounded by other prisoners. Although I kept to myself, I tried to mentally identify the person who had passed me my notes. And I waved back to the person in the office block.

Day 522

I didn't get my walk today. Not sure if it was because of the response I got from reporting my door and waving the security pass, or if they have cancelled the courtyard walks. I'll see tomorrow.

Day 521

I came back from my walk to day and got back into my cell to find that the door to my cell had been left open. I looked out and couldn't see anybody. So I thought I'd take a wander and report it, taking the security pass that the bricklayer had left.