I bought
a little radià and, despite three body
(undress completely nude, Once one me donna a
fist blow on my nose, Because I had to hide a
briquet.) searches and thanks to the secret compartment
in my shoe, I could still buy cigarettes. I had
my notebooks and plenty of time life was
beautiful. I learned more in that prison cell
than I would ever have learned in the most prestigious
fine arts academy on Earth. This third time, I
stayed in prison for a total of 50 days. I would
gladly have stayed three times that
I
was confronted with S. twice during this period, for I had found
out that I was in preventive detention for a hit and run traffic
accident involving S. and my car. It seems she injured a passenger
and tried to put the blame on me. Her witness, Gunther, was
in fact an old friend o f mine and he came to my rescue at the
last hearing, giving the facts of the story and an objective
point of view on S.'s vengeful character. All that remained
to be done was for the poor girl to cover herself in ridicule
trying to refute Gunther's testimony in front of an increasingly
hostile panel of judges. poety-turkich
That afternoon I was released. I never thought that I wouldn't
be happy to be on the outside. Prison had become my "Academy"
and I felt exposed and vulnerable and abandoned on those busy
streets!