A True Friend

"Fall out!" The husky voices roared continuously, followed with the ear deafening cry of the prison alarm calls which saw to the automated opening of every prison cell.

I got up from bed, tilting my head to both sides to crack my neck; it felt good, it does. Not if it's someone else doing it to you.

I walked out ftom the cell, stood at the passage and watched everyone match around.

I counted my breathing and followed the rythm, for what seemed to last a moment, I knew that I had to adapt to the conditions of living as the only female in men's penitentiary.

"I will survive, no matters what. This is what I do most, isn't it?" I said to myself as I walked down to join the others.

Once I stepped into the hall, I continued my soliloquy. "I'm a survivor, aren't I?..." But I would be disturbed by a bad-belle prison guard.

"Hey, you!"

I turned my face to him and said no word.

"Get to the field, it's labour day. There's so much to do, don't just stand