First I am woken up at six in the morning by a guard who brings me my morning meal. The food is served in a dish with no utensils, meaning that, in order to eat it, you must eat with your hands. And no, there is nothing to wipe your hands on afterward. The glop that the guard calls “food” is brownish-grey with small strips of lime green running through it with the
texture of mashed potatoes. Needless to say, it tastes awful. I'd say that it tasted like somebody took rotten ground beef, sardines, a raw egg, and orange juice and mixed it all up in a bowl. I have only eaten a small bit of it so far, and I spit that piece right back out. I know that I may have to eat the food eventually to have enough strength to escape, but I can't bring myself to care right now. From six in the morning to six at night, nothing happens. Nothing at all. I mean this literally, no one comes to my cell. If I must go to the toilet, then I must do it in the corner of my cell. At six at night, the guard comes back and gives me my supper. He completely skips lunch. The supper is identical to my breakfast, so obviously I don't eat it. Nothing more happens after that until six in the morning the next day. The only thing I am given is a stack of paper each day and a pen with ink. They say they do this so that the prisoners don't go insane. I have to say, it's working.
I only have five more days to try to escape. I will try to do so tomorrow.
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