So this is it...Not really 'It', i suppose, we're not there yet, speaking of which I've only been here for a week, seems like they WERE trying to kill me as soon as possible. I was told yesterday that my Execution date was in 2 days...
I wake up, tears in my eyes, knowing, not thinking it's my last 24 hours upon earth. It has been very uninteresting here. No fights no nothing, if you want to fight another inmate, you get choked to death under a baton, ouch.
I don't know what else to write...I wish i could thank Victor...for everything, absolutely everything he's done for me.
Take me back to Warsaw, oh please God, wake up, wake up Albin
YOU ARE READING
FIGAs
NezařaditelnéThere are many Figures in life. But i'm gonna spell it FIGAs because THAT is epic. Cleeven Butter is an ordinary expat from England to Hungary, he's returning, and in the midst of waiting for his flight back home...😈
