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Balthazar's Week
An encounter between me and Them.
Sunday, 1 March 2009
Jail
Even though I did not do anything wrong.
I had to leave (and hide under) the comfy sofa.
Now, I feel neither disciplined or punished. Travelled, maybe? What a strange impression to experience—from a prison.
The prison walls just started moving!
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