Day 19

The jail is like Hell, but worse. I sit and wait, next to drunks, black marketeers, drug peddlers, thieves, bandits...everyone who I am not. Me, I am here, for I was caught, by a PHOTO! Torture and starvation are key in this area, this area where daytime is a lifetime. I cannot tell time, and not even a crumb of bread is given to me. I die a little inside, and begin to die, as my life decays right in front of my sad, little eyes. I cannot take this, but there is nothing left. I will die, but I would do anything to save Julia, to be with her, to love her once more. I would do anything, but in the face of "anything," I believe I would be forced to rethink my beliefs. For now, I will sit, relax, and slowly die alone. My biggest fear, ALONE.