There are problems with the mailroom personnel again. Prisoners' letters aren't mailed out the same day they're picked up. They are saying they have 48 hours to mail out outgoing mail. This is an excuse. My letters have been posted 4 - 5 days after the date on the letters. Other prisoners have told me they're experiencing the same problem with their letters.
The weather is changing here in Texas. For a few days it has been very cool, while it's always hot in Texas, even when it's supposed to be cold. I wonder how long will I have to witness the seasons change from one to the next from behind these walls? I would love to be out & about enjoying the sun, cycling like a little kid seeing different places & people & made to deal with the bad weather. This would be a good day for me!
On Sunday the football team that I like, the Houston Texans, won a hard-fought, very exciting game. It looked as if my team would lose! However, slowly they began to come back. At one point it looked as though the Texans were going to win, the next minute it looked as if the other team would win, but the Texans were able to pull it out & win the game. You should have heard the sounds guys were making over the win. I stare at moments like this to view my reality in a strange sense to be normal, though I realize all around me guys are facing death, waiting to be killed by the State of Texas. Everyone has all kinds of problems & worries running around inside our heads, yet it's during these moments pulling for our team to win that we become like any other person doing so. It's at this moment we escape the madhouse for a few hours, no longer worried of being killed by the State of Texas, no one cares about the cameras installed to watch everyone, the many problems everyone has, no one is concerned about them - my mind takes all of this in, listening to guys holla, yell & kick on their cage doors as if they had just won a lot of money without even knowing if I was among those doing the yelling & kicking. It's at these moments all seems normal.
But staring at the walls inside this cage the following morning, I wondered how it was possible for me to even think such a thought, knowing I'm living in a controlled environment & nothing is normal about this madness. As I began to move around, I noticed there wasn't anyone inside the dayroom - I discovered this unit was on lockdown again!
The visit between Marjan and me was nice. I enjoyed the time I spent with her...

02-10-2010, 00:00 geschreven door Sunshine