In the early June morning, when free people see their dreams, two paddy wagons at high speed raced along the back country roads. We were transported from the transit prison to the women’s zone. At four o’clock in the morning in the yard of a transit prison in one of the paddy wagons,…
Train in the area
Two weeks before this trip.
I was brought into the office on women’s operation, the corps of prison, sitting at a table on duty major and leafing through some documents.
«Hi. Sit down. The camera is off.”the major said good-naturedly, waving his head in the direction of the video camera.
“Good morning, Mohammed.”I greeted him happily.
“Did you refuse to go to the colony yesterday?”he asked.
I looked at the major in surprise and asked a counter question:
“I was supposed to be taken to the zone yesterday? But I haven’t received the documents from the court of appeal yet.»
The major opened the thick folder and rummaged in the papers and took out a document on multiple sheets.
“The appeal decision came two weeks ago. Didn’t they give it to you to sign?”- he handed me a decision from the court of appeal.
“The sentence was upheld.”- hysterically I said, after reading the last worksheet…