Cecil O'Brien 2005 (by LOrena)

Day 1
This piece of cloth belongs to that thin piece of what they call 'a blanket' they give us to cover ourselves at night.
I can't even express myself correctly all I'm saying and all I can think about in this moment is betrayal. I mean I didn't do anything to get locked in this bloody place, I only gave my opinion about that damn president of us, or not even us since I don't consider a United States citizen anymore. I just keep repeating to myself: Aren't we free to say our opinions and express ourselves?

Day 11
My lawyer came to talk to me today. What seems to be my only chance for getting out here is starting to disappear. My roommate and I have been arguing about escaping. We both are afraid of what's coming next...

Day 13
There are about 20 more new souls in this prison, all brought today. One of them seems really familiar to me. The authority in this place makes me sick! I can't believe I used to believe in US political citizens.

Day 14
That's it , its gone, my oportunity for getting out of here in a legal way, is gone. I discovered who she was: the only person who was trying to help me, my lawyer has been imprisoned here, isolated from any inocent, guilty or unlucky soul and no one knows why. I'm worried about my family, they escaped to another country I won't mention just in case this cloth falls in wrong hands. I'm starting to consider my roommates idea of escaping, its incredibly difficult but I'm totally desperate and about to become insane.

Day 28
Today I saw how a prisoner tried to escape and was killed in his attempt. Amazingly this has grown my wishes of escaping even more: I don't care if I get killed in my attempt, I don't care about anything since my life has been ruined and there's no going back. I just want people to know the truth about politics in this country: THEY CONTROL YOU! SO BE CAREFUL AND DON'T TRUST ANYONE.

Day 34
I'll just pray for my family...