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Mar 2020
Locked in the prison jail for four days of eternity, like a slowly sloughing, wailing wound, I was healing as I teared myself inside - the swaying light above my hallway, the shimmering light of the night, was not shivering! Couldn't have helped: I couldn't have believed that I would wake up again the next day, endlessly imprisoned, as a convict!

- Green-carpeted aluminum leather floors have convinced me: Here even the doomed are naturally yelling and screaming: Maybe when I get up and out of the small micro-henna, the universal feeling of human sympathy - and let the wounded hearts rest and be satisfied! - Stretched, strap-on to prevent debilitating bone in cats

grid like that executed - I protested stubbornly and stiffly - and was forced to scrape it with crumbs, mashed potatoes as well! "Perhaps the only refuge if one does not want to starve to death - and in the immortalization of Time until the morning, scientists decided, like a playful chessboard, of the fate of figures: Let's fall on the bed!" ,, In the operating room with him! Or let's have some more rest! ” - Four long

and after a day of suffering, I was able to get a red-blue overalls-blazer in my leg, which had proliferated in my legs, and as a fugitive astronaut in my parents' arms, I somehow stumbled out of the **** building! handcuffs from ******* beds to temporary and temporary luggage.

All this happened in those four days when the angels were ringing in the air and messaging for Christmas! Dream waiting just didn't come night! And the sadder was the unforgettable expectation that, with the hope of dawn, when even the wheel of luck could turn, I could hardly rush upon the found, lost miracles: my right foot was all laid in a plaster coffin, not a heavy hangman's tortoise, captivity trap preserved for mortality
Norbert Tasev
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Norbert Tasev  36/M/Hungary
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