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This special forces soldier was being trapped while infiltrating the enemy secret service headquarter. He wakes up like this. Even if he´s already being searched, soon a humiliating strip search in front of a dozen of soldiers and cameras will follow - his clothing will change to an orange jumpsuit. Many interrogations will follow until he´ll be sentenced in a show process where he´ll be presented in heavy shackles, a bite and spit hood and in a standing cage in the courtroom

Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle — DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09 Straight To Hell

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Special Treatment for high Security inmate 😈

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Oh, interesting idea 😏

Arrested by mistake and taken into asylum, permanently kept in Bondage, secured to bed like this or in padded cell with straight jacket. And also gagged most of the time so no chance to inform the guards about the mistake, and Even if you could they wouldn’t believe you as they think you‘re just an insane inmate

Not knowing how Long it would take and if they notice the mistake at all

From now on, others will make the decisions for him... Good for him.

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You‘ll have enough time to think about it!

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As crimes are increasing, prisons expensive and many young offenders become criminal again (often with heavier crimes then at the first offence) the state decided to start a new programm for young first offenders:

They´ll be sentenced to 100 days in the impact prison program. directly after court they´ll get their uniforms. Once a week a bus will collect them and bring them to the prison camp in the middle of nowhere, where they´ll be head shaved and chained together in groups of ten inmates for the duration of their sentence. They´ll sleep, eat and live in tents with bunk beds. Every day in the morning they´ll get their first ration of nutriloaf before sending out for work in the fields, of course all inside the seperated prison area. In the middle of the day there´ll be the second ration than continue working. In the evening when going back to there tents they´ll be unchained for shower. There´ll be a place seperated by fences where they´ll hose down each other with cold water before get on their uniforms (they´ll be changed once a week) and be chained together again. After recieving their third ration of nutriloaf they´ll be send to their bunks. It´s strictly prohinited to talk to other inmates at any time so there wont be gang memberships or some negative influence leading to other crimes. Disrespecting the rules will lead to one week in a steel isolation box outside in the sun. Once locked there´ll be just a small gap in the steel door where light comes in and the guard throw in the inmates rations of nutriloaf. Water and a toilet (a hole in the ground) are inside so there´s no need to unlock the box during these week.

After 100 days inmates are send back home. The bus stops at a bus stop near there homes, they get there possesions secured at arrest back and have to go the rest of the way in there prison uniforms worn for the last week of there sentence so everyone can see where they come from.

This sounds hard but is extremely effective. In two years the programm is running and treating hundrets of young offenders no one ever commited a crime again!

The inmates are kept busy with mostly pointless backbreaking labour from sunup to sundown. Their uniforms caked in dirt and sweat by the end of the day.

Forced to work in silence, they have plenty of time to contemplate the consequences of their actions as each miserable day is repeated over and over for years on end. The young offenders eventually age and become truly sorry for their criminal misdeeds.

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The feeling facing a year in chastity...

Imagine, waiting in cell after arrest, to be lead to the judge who gives you the choice: Long prison sentence or a year on probation. Without thinking much about it you decide for probation and sign the sheet. After being lead back to your cell, you read what you just signed for... The clock is running. A bit more than 48 hours. You can imagine what will happen when the door opens the next time. In the room where you were strip searched at intake you'll be equipped with a little plastic accessorie before getting your clothes back. Keys will be secretly stored behind these grey walls. Of course you'll return regularly for Cage checks and stay a bit longer when you tried to cheat!

Yes you read it right… After my previous record of 175 days And being locked regularly for shorter and longer periods over the last years I decided to face a new challenge. At 1st of july I‘ll Start my longest time in Chastity and lock up for 365 days!

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Would like to take a look inside the cells

BROAD RIVER CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION

4460 Broad River Road, Columbia, SC 29210

Enough chain link to keep prisoners from getting pushed over the railing. I guess down the stairs will have to do.

I guess today must be the day to fix the plumbing. All of the access doors are open. No one out and about to bother the plumber.

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MY PRISON BLOG PART 07:

Two years... I was shocked. I didn't even spend two month in prison and it was absolutely the hell. Now I'll have to spend 24...

The judge went outside also the guests. My lawyer came to me and wished me good luck before he also left. A guard came and said "I have an offer for you. It's your first sentence and it's less than 4 years so you're a candidate for an education program."

He put a sheet of paper on the desk so I could read. "you'll have to decide within the next 30 minutes because to which prison you'll be send depends on this!" I read:

"CHAIN GANG CONTRACT

Prisoner 800477 [the number was filled in by hand], further called 'inmate' applies for the chain gang program.

Conditions:

#1 By participating the chain gang program the prison time can be reduced to 50%. Inmate is immediately released when the program is absolved. Starting time is 50% of the original sentence.

#2 Inmate is committed to work six days a week in a chain gang, sunday and official holidays are free but there can be education Programm lessons.

#3 Violations of the rules lead to solitary confinement according to the penalty list. Times when the inmate doesn't participate the program because of solitary are added to the full time. Only days when the inmate goes to work or educational lessons counts as absolved.

#4 frequent violations of the rules can lead to cancelation of the program. The rest of the original sentence must be served in normal prison. (for this rule it doesn't matter how many time of the program left)

#5 by signing this contract prisoner accepts his obligation to absolve the full program. Cancel the program just because the inmate changes his mind is not possible!"

I read it. There wasn't much to think about. I would do everything to reduce my time and till this day prison was nothing to do and just waiting and working would make the days go by faster. I signed the sheet which wasn't easy with stacked handcuffs when I signed it the guard lead me outside and down to the garage of the court house. He put me in the back of a van without windows.

Again I had no feeling for the time. The handcuffs I had to wear since the morning cut into my wrists. After an eternity the van stopped, someone got off and then the door and the barred door of the steel box inside the van was opened. I was lead outside and to a barrack. Then my cuffs were removed. A man in military uniform called me to strip. I stripped the orange jumsuit, socks and at last the boxer shorts. He put on latex gloves and searched every inch of my body. Even if it wasn´t the first time I had to go through this procedure it's everytime again embarrassing. When he was done he called me to take a shower and when I came back on the ground there were my new clothes

Again a jumpsuit this time black and white striped. Again bright orange boxer shorts and orange shoes. A towel, a toothbrush, a plastic cup and a linen. I put on the wide ugly jumpsuit. It was even more crude and ugly than the orange one. When I was ready he also gave me a pair of heavy black boots. "These are your work boots. You'll have to keep them clean in your time here!"

I was woken up by an siren. The lights in the barrack were turned on. All of the inmates jumped out of their bunks and quickly put on their jumpsuits. I also did it and we went to the tables where everyone got a table from a trolley. After breakfast we went back to the bunks and took our boots. The other inmates showed me to put the jumpsuit inside the boots. We stould in a line between the beds when the guards came in with a long chain and a bunch of padlocks. They started to lock the chain around the right ankle of every inmate one after the other and with around two meters of chain between them. Then we went outside and over the prison yard to a waiting bus. It wasn't easy to walk chained together and the tightly locked chain hurt my ankle. I thought "It's day one of 365... In normal prison it would be much worse!"

The bus had just a small barred window gap so we had no chance to see where we drove. I asked other prisoners where we'll work today. They told me the cities gave assignments to the department of corrections where a street is to sweep and such things and then the DOC sends the groups there depending on how many people are needed. We're a group of 10. When the bus stopped and I stepped out I gulped. I knew this street. I not just knew it, I lived here. Just 2 blocks away from the corner where the bus parked. On the other side of the street there was my old supermarket... "Oh fuck. Please can we go somewhere else? I can't stay here!" "You'll have to! You'll stay here till the end of the workday! And now shut up. No talking to each other or to people passing by. And guards are called 'Sir'!" fuck. I'll have to hope that we're done before my former neighbors or my roommate come home and maybe go shopping! I ask my cellmates “Can we please hurry?!”

The guard came and told: “So 800477 will experience on the first day what it means to break the rules? Okay one day in the hole!” “What, noo!” “TWO. And for every word when your´e not allowed to talk, one day will be added. Days in the hole doesn´t count as absolved so it´s not just punishment but also you increase your sentence!”

In the evening in the barrack two guards lead me to a row of cell doors on one side. Not barred. It wasn’t barred doors bug steel with little holes. When they locked it from outside it was dark. There was no light in the cell, just the light from the dormitory in the barrack. When I got my meal through a flap in the door a guard gave me nine pairs of boots and shoe polish. “So because you´ll stay ‘at home’ the next two days when your mates are working you´ll now have time to say thank you that they do your work. In the next two evenings you´ll polish these boots! Also yours. If they arent shiny in two days you´ll spend another one here. I started to work. No chance to resist. The guards are in charge and in worst case I would have to spend the whole sentence! It was disgusting. On the boots there were dried mud. In the boots there were the smelly socks of the other inmates obviously worn for days. The ventillation doesn´t seem to work in the hole so the smell immediatly filled up the wohle room. It lasted three hours until I got ready with all the boots. They left them and their smell in my single cell. I laid down on the matress but didn´t fall asleep for hours because I didn´t get something to eat in the evening. In the morning also was woken up by the siren. But they didn´t pick up me from the cell. They took the boots and gave me a table with my breakfast before the other inmates left. A guard took the empty table and left me alone. In the evening the other inmates came. As promised I got the boots again. This time full of mud. The guard grinned develish when he slammed the door. While I did my best to make the boots shiny again I took an important decision. I WILL ESCAPE THIS HELLHOLE!

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When you see him it´s the moment you know you fucked up. You got 100 days in county jail so less security level for some minor delicts but you didn´t take it serious. You took it more as a school trip than an educational action, you behaved like the class clown threw your meals through the canteen, tried to jump on the laundry truck. For you it was just a little fun. You didn´t really want to escape or start a riot but the guards didn´t think it was that funny. They decided to teach you a lesson! A guard from the special response unit was send to pick you up in the dormitory! Slowly he stepped nearer and shoved you into the corner. There´s no way out! Your privileges will be over for now. No civil clothes, no private sneaks, no cellmate, no furniture, no telephone, no visitation. The next 30 days you´ll spend 23 hours a day in your 6′ by 9′ cell with just a concrete bed, toilet and sink. The remaining hour you´re outside in a little Space surrounded by concrete walls with bars above! The only human you´ll see in this time is the SRU-Guard leading you from cell to “yard” and shower. But you´ll only see his face covered by mask and glasses. And the only things he´ll say are: “Stand on Line!”, “Face to Wall”, “Your Hands!”... So just short commands. After 30 days you´ll be broken. You´ll sit quietly in the canteen when taking your meals. You wouldn´t even run if you stand in front of the open door to the outside world. Just for never experience this hell again!

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For All prison-fetishists

When you´ll get the chance to make this dream/fantasy come true and being send to a prison, what would your dream of a time in prison look like? A few questions, just comment or reblog your answers (and just ideas, you can freely tell your fantasy):

1. DURATION: Would it be a weekend just to get the real jail feeling once, one or two weeks like a holiday or longer durations

2. CLOTHING: Your own clothes, prison jumpsuit/two piece, underwear?, shoes?

3. SECURITY/HOUSING: Supermax inmate hold in isolation single cell, never moved outside of cell without heavy restraints...; medium, with one or more cellmates, freetime in the block without restraints...; low, dormitory with many inmates around you the whole time; else?

4. ACTIVITY: Locked in cell/block/yard most of time; forced workout/training like in boot camp program; normal work; chain gang work; or would you be a POV taken to interrogations at random times...

5. YOUR DREAM PRISON: real prison like alcatraz..., some fictional from a film or an own description

AND FINALLY: (optional) if... how would you leave prison: being released (on parole?) or escape?

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He THINKS he knows what´s next and is already scared! He was in holding cell before but daddy´s lawyer kicked him out after an hour. It was already hell!

But this time the situation is a little different, much worse. The same time he crashed daddy´s Mercedes SLS their house is searched for tax evasion. And unfortunately daddy did some of his not so legal businesses in his name to disguise it because the company already was monitored by authorities.

Now his lawyer (a public defender, daddy´s lawyer was also involved in this case) saw the possible charges (vehicular homicide, tax evasion, import of illegal substances; many decades to life in prison) and signed a plea deal: 5 years in chain gang, at least 5 more years of parole (until the tax debts are paid) but he´ll get a real chance to become a free man again.

He´ll be send to holding cell again. In a few hours he´ll be taken to the booking desk, still thinking to be released but instead he´ll got the form from court with the plea deal to sign and the question: agree or not?

If he´ll agree, he´ll be taken to another holding cell with inmates all assigned for transport to chain gang. After a few hours they´ll be picked up by bus, always two chained together with handcuffs, a few more hours later they´ll arrive in the prison camp. Tomorrow at the same time he´ll wear a wide striped jupsuit and boots worn by many inmates before, be chained to a dozen of other inmates and working in the quarry or fields six days a week. The nights hell spend in a dormitory with up to twelfe inmates. Then he´ll be free apart from the electronic ankle bracelet monitoring him for a bit longer. And with the risk to end here again for any minor offense.

If not he´ll be brought to a single cell. After many hours the US Marshals will pick him up and bring him to another prison where he´ll change his clothes to a bright orange jumpsuit. He´ll sit in a single cell for many weeks or maybe months until all investigations are completed and he´ll face a sentence of at least 20 years for the vehicular homicide and another 20 years for the other thing he didn´t even know about... It could also be life... And he´ll spend most of time of the days in a single, if he behave very well maybe in a double cell. But if he doesn´t get life he´ll leave prison as a completely free man

WHICH OPTION YOU CHOOSE?

HE KNOW’S WHAT’S NEXT!

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For me:

1) jumpsuit (high security, with velcro, no pockets)

2) plain

3) orange with “INMATE” in black on the back

4) orange crocs

5) underwear: orange boxers and socks, no shirt

And I´ll add some questions (will answer them for me later):

6) Cell: Single cell, double, four, or dormitory?

7) Cell door: bars or solid (or both like a supermax cell)?

8) Transportation:

     a) Security: handcuffs front or back? black box? stacked or parallel? belly chain? Or belt? legcuffs?

     b) Vehicle: Normal Police car? Prison van, with these nice little compartments for up to five inmates? Or “school bus” with dozen of other inmates? Or some other ideas?

And 9) What would you be sentenced for and for how long?

FOR THOSE JAIL-HOUNDS OUTHERE

Thought it might be interesting to find-out what the preferences/favorites on here are in relation to inmate uniform.

So, assuming the standard US-styling as a basis (and the description from Bob Barker’s catalogue):

1. Design:

- Jump-suit/coverall or two-piece (trousers and shirt)?

2. Style:

- Plain color or striped?

3. Color:

- If plain color that would be?

- If striped then what would be the color of the stripes (assuming the other stripe is white)?

4. Footwear:

- Step-in pumps or sandals/flip-flops (assuming just in-jail wear rather than work-detail)?

- If step-in pumps what color (or just match the inmate’s uniform?)?

5. Underwear:

- White or color?

- If color that would be?

Also, any other thoughts?

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On sunday I Had the Chance to visit a real Former prison and also to spend some time in a solitary cell

We took some interesting photos. Maybe I Van use a few later in my prison Blog.

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MY PRISON BLOG PART 06:

The days flowed like a very thick syrup. Every day was like the day before. Waking up in cell. Breakfast and a little free time in cell block. Back to cell for a few hours. Then free time in yard and in cell block and dinner before going back to cell for the night. Nothing to do. Walking up and down in the cell. Reading books from prison library which only has a few dozen books... Highlight twice a week is showering. I´m lead to a separate room, give my clothes and have five minutes for shower. Then I get new clothes and lead back to cell.

I didn´t have much contact to the other inmates. The one who sat next to me was the only one I talked more than a “Good Morning”. He was the only one at my age. He told he´s charged with murder for shooting his dad who was in rage like so often before to protect his mom and his 16 year old brother. He also told me what I already guessed, that most of our blockmates are charged with violent crimes. He was the one I could understand the most, he did something mad but always wanted the best. We didn´t talk much but became like ‘prison buddies’. I knew it wouldn´t be a long friendship because he´d be send to another court his trial, face a higher sentence and would be sent to another prison.

Every few days I called my lawyer. once he visited me. I was secured like on the way to high security jail and lead to a seperate building. I just saw him trough a thick window but I was really happy because it was the first human face I saw from the outside world and the widest way I could move during my whole stay. I also called my roommate once more. Just to inform him about the situation. And I also tried to get in contact to the investigating police department twice to get a chance to call my buddy Alex but the information just forwarded me to a seretary who just said she would leave a note for the investigating agents. But there never came an answer.

After five weeks my lawyer told they didn´t get enough evidence to charge me for gang leadership. But they would try it. So I would stay in high security till court date.

Then a week later my buddy was taken away. It was after breakfast, when two guards came in and secured im in the ‘usual’ transport shackles before escorted him outside. We just had enough time to say goodbye and call “Good Luck!” To each other when he was led through the door. We had similar destinies. Connected in some way. But we wont know about what will happen to each other. Not that I didn´t try it. But the information couldn´t or mustn´t give any information about other inmates. I thought about my cellmate in my first cell in medium security block of city detention complex. He also wished me good luck when he was picked up. It was weeks ago and I´m not sure if he could still remember me. Prison is an own world. Sometimes cold and mercyless. No place for emotions

Then my court date arrived. It was nearly in the middle of the night when they came to my cell and secured me for transport. They pat me down, then handcuffs, black box, belly chain. Legcuffs on and then outside to a waiting van. In the back there were cabins with metal doors. I was put in one of them. Another inmate in the box next to it. Again we drove at least for two hours. Back to the capital why I was arrestet and the trial will take place. Arrived there in an underground garage I was led to another cell. One of hundreds in the basement of the court. Not even two by two metres. Just with a little steel bench and a little toilet. The guard just removed the belly chain and the handcuffs. The legcuffs stayed on. Ahain I had no clock. No window. No feeling for the time. I could hear other inmates beeing led to other cells filling up the “waiting area”. Sometimes a guard came and took a short look through the small window gap in the steel door. After another eternity a guard opened the flap in the door and gave me a small bottle of water and a sanwich. He told me I´ll be picked up in half an hour. I ate the sandwich and drank the water and waited. I guessed the half an hour must be over soon the flap was opened again. The guard told me to let the emty bottle and the foil from the sandwich in the cell and the handcuffs on. Then he opened the door and the rest of the shackles came back on, black box and belly chain. He led me throug the corridor and then to the right away on half a dozen other corridors with hundred of little waiting ‘boxes’ to an elevator. He called it with a key and we drove to third floor. Through another corridor we went to the courtroom. On one side there was a plexiglass box where I was led to with a steel bench on the back side and small holes for air and to hear everything from the other side. The door was locked and I was told to sit on the bench. The room was already filled by visitors. I also saw my buddy and my rommate who both tried not to look into my eyes. My lawyer came to the side on the box. I came next to the wall and he told me as discussed in one of our last calls we offer the judge a deal: The charge was already gang leadership so organizing the deliveries and beeing the head of the organisation. As my buddy is also here as possible witness there is a chance that they got enouh clues for this and maybe find me guilty and I get the higher sentence. But so I´ll plead guilty that these were my drugs and the judge and prosecutor will resign further charges. I agreed and he went back to his place. The judge came in and all stood up.

The judge started: “Today we deal with case number A-zero-seven-four three-eight-two-five against Tom Adams charged with drug dealing, incitement for drug dealing, incitement for drug import and posession of a gun for illegal activities. The lawyer suggested the following deal: We couldn´t prove the incitement for drug import and dealing doubtlessly and also that the purpose of carrying the gun was related to these activities. So when the defendant pleads guilty for the posession and resigns on his right of revision we´ll resign the further charges. Do you agree with this deal?” He looked at the prosecutor who nodded and then to my lawyer who also nodded. Then he asked: “So do you Tom Adams confess the posession of around 800 grams of methamphetamine? Do you plead guilty and do you resign your right on revision when we resign further charges” “Yes your honor.” “Please say it in these words!” “I plead guilty and I resign my right on revision when the court resigns further charges!” “Thank you. Please stand up for verdict” He waited until all stood up. “So in the name of the people I sentence you to two years in state prison for posession of a big amount of drugs. This verdict is final because the defendand resigns his right on revision for a plea deal. Thank you.”

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MY PRISON BLOG PART 5:

The bus wasn´t air conditioned and it was a hot sunny day. So they were boiled in this tin of a bus. Even if it was hot as hell there wasn't much light. The sun through the window gap made a streak of light on the other side of the bus.

I remembered my time in school, some class trips they had years ago. The comparison was crazy, there the all had fun, the mood was frisky and in the last years every time someone brought some alcohol. Here we are heavily chained and not even allowed to talk. But one thing is better: On school trips everyone showed off his Branded clothing, the newest Nike shoes, the best t-shirt. I never could keep up with them at this time. No I maybe could but my Nike TN were taken away at intake. It doesn't matter, here everyone is equal. Everyone wears a cheap prison jumpsuit with prison underwear and cheap prison slides!

And again all was about waiting. Slowly I got used to it. Waiting for being escorted to the next cell, waiting for court dates or dates with inbestigating officers, or in this case waiting for arrive at my new “home”... It wouldn´t be that worse if I hadn´t to piss really bad. After standing up and being released from the restraints, I was on toilet last time. Then I had breakfast and then three quarter hours... waiting. How long we already drove?

I fell asleep some times but everytime the bus stopped at a traffic light or drove through a bump I woke up. We must be in the bus for more than two hours now. Two or three times I could see shadows from higher buildings through the window gap and the bus stopped more often so we must be in bigger towns. Then, again an eternity since the last town The bus stopped. It must be dark outside, like in a tunnel. When the engine also was stopped I could here people and also dogs outside the bus. The we drove further. The sun shine through the window again. After something like a minute we stopped again and the people in the yellow jumpsuits were lead outside. Then we drove again for a few minutes before a guard opened the barred door and lead us outside. The sun blinded me for a moment but when I could see and looked around I recognized that we were in the desert between two floor concrete buildings and miles of barbed wire fence between the buildings and also around the area. Not that I could see the outside fence. Then I was in the building. Through a corridor we came into a room like a classroom but with cages instead of benches. Everyone was put in one cage. Then a guard started to talk: “As you can see this is a completely different kind of prison. You´ll be housed in little cellblocks and together with maximum ten inmates! Here you have a chance to get books from the prison library. Telephone rights will be the same like you already know but you have to ask a guard to be brought to a telephone. Visitation, exept from your lawyers will be allowed once a week.” “Where are we now? We drove for hours!” “This is West Field High Security State Prison. You´re in the unit for high security inmates send from County and City Jails from all over the state.” Then he left. No more information. We´re lead to a long corridor formed like a hexagon with doors on both sides at every flank. We´re lead in one of the doors on the left so outer side into a block with two floors. On every floor on both sides five doors like the ones in security housing unit of city jail. I had a bad feeling. In front of one of the doors the guard told me to wait. The other inmates were lead to other doors and then released from their shackles and put inside them. Then they released me and put me in the cell. After they pat down me they closed the door. On the right side next to the door there was a steel toilet-sink-combination like I already knew. I also knew the concrete bed. This time at least with a pillow and blanket. On the left side there was also a steel table. And the cell had a window. A small gap on the back side I looked outside, looks like the cellblocks are like radiants of a six side star around the hexagon-formed corridor. Around the building there´s a barbed wire fence, behind it another building like that. On the left a building formed like an “L”. Between the building I could see a small part of a concrete wall which looked like the outside wall. Far away in the background there were mountains. The investigation would take a few weeks, so it looked like this will be my new home for a while.

In the afternoon the cell door was opened. I looked outside. Only on one side of the block the doors are opened. Max ten inmates together! In the middle of the block there were Steel tables with stools around. On one of the tables there were forms and little pens. Short and snub. A list with books from prison library. In the head a field with his inmate number and a note that I can choose three books. If I choose more I´ll get the first three choosen. On the bottom of the form there´s a field which I can mark when I need a phone call. I choosed three books from the form and that I need to have a call. I put the form in a letter box.

Later We were lead through the cooridor. The the inner side of the hexagon was separated in to triangle fields with a tower in the middle. Walls as high as the building with barbed wire on top. Not much furniture. No training instruments, just a bit of fresh air. For one hour. Then we were lead back to the cellblock. Dinner, an undefinable mash, some pieces of bread, a yogurt. We put the tables back on a trolley and went back to our cells. I heard that the inmates from the other cells were in the cellblock now. I laid down. Because I hadn´t sleep the night before I fell asleep really fast.

In the morning we´re lead in the cellblock again for breakfast. Then a gourd called my inmate number and lead my through the corridor to a little cabin with a phone. He said: “Do it the same way as you know from County Jail! But you don´t need to say your inmate number”. The information connected my to my roommate. When he heard it´s me he answered: “Hi. Tom? So are you outside now?” “No sorry. Maybe I´ll be in jail a... bit longer” “I know. They searched our whole appartment! Your stuff. My Stuff! I´ll rent your room to another one! And store what´s useful to you from your stuff. When... If you get free you can take it!” “Fuck hey I´m innocent. Someone try to use me as whipping boy!” “Ohh maybe. But maybe not. I have to concentrate on my study so I can´t live with a drug dealer. So please don´t call me again until you´re ready to pick up your stuff! Good luck bro!” I tried to sax something but he already hanged up. Then I tried to call Alex my buddy but the information told that I´m not allowed to call him so I can´t influence witnesses. Then I called my lawyer and asked what´s going on now. He said nearly the same like I heard in County Jail before being brought to high security prison. I´m suspected drug gang leader so I´m separated from normal prison population. I asked which sentence I could face. He answered: “Well just for the drugs? Maybe a year or two. In normal prison. Maybe you´ll get some release for an educational program but that depends on how many places are free there. So in the best case you could be out after six months. For the gang leadership... You told me that you´re innocent. I trust you. But if not you could face 20 to 25 years in high security prison like this!” “Okay so you say when I´ve just the drugs I´ll get back to normal prison after court. And when will be court date?” “Oh that´s the point: The insvestigation take some time. So they´ll scheduled a court date in seven weeks now!” “Oh fuck...”

SEVEN WEEKS... Seven weeks of isolation in a little concrete box. three hours in the morning, three in the afternoon together with the same people. One hour a day in another concrete box at least with the top side open! Looks like I really should call this hell home for now!

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I don´t think inmates are transported by ship?? Does anyone know the context to this pic; where was it and what did the inmates do there?

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Interesting way home from the fetish club by tram 🙈