On my way to work (if I walk) I pass a prison. Most of the time it looks just empty but when the light is right you can actually see the inmates sitting at a desk reading or you can see them outside in the yard laughing in the sun and e.g. building a new shed. When I pass by there I always wonder how it would be to be locked up in such a place. Well I have a destructive mind some time, or I am just curious, or perhaps it is just human nature?!
So how did think of this right right now? Well I was reading steffenie.net | loblogwhatever – fängelsedagbok and she found a Swedish prison diary. Looks very interesting…