februari, 2008
Today i watched 2 old men, each with one foot in the grave, attempt a ferocious fist fight. Their antics would be laughable, were it not for the ferocious savage faces. they used senile fists to strike, their arms and knees refused to perform. After a desperate swing one of the old farts clutched his chest, turned red in the face and started to breathe heavily. The other landed a fist to his face, and he collapsed. The guards stepped in to pull them apart.
then we had a delicious bean feast. everyday, beans and more beans, beans on rice and on bread, but this time they tasted like real Boston baked beans.
The food here is delicious, they really try in Costa Rica to feed their prisoners well, lots of fresh vegetables and chicken, and always the fresh black beans. But today they were especially good.
Incarceration causes mental changes, after the shock of the gate locking, you get into a kind of stupor. privacy, quality, individuality and personality all disappear. A conscious decision must be made, either to conform or to strike back at the system, at your own risk. You must resolve this conflict, this enforced repose. and the cerebral doldrum begins. Intellectual indifference sets in and will remain until something breaks the monotonous routine. Like Boston Baked Beans.
Define contentment! Imagine pleasure, tranquillity, inner peace, blend in a clean bill of health and you are very close.
Liberty has many sides which are only appreciated when they are lost.
* I miss an intelligent conversation with someone, anyone
* i despise sharing a bathroom with anyone
* i need to control my destiny
* i would like to come and go as i please
And... i would love some soft fried scrambled eggs with home made fried potatoes, and a large glass of watermelon juice blended with just one garlic clove...
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