A week in this almshouse felt like a year to me. It would be better if I went to the army, at least it never gets boring there. This is where I went out of my mind. If it weren't for the regular forays into the wild, I would definitely go crazy.

The first time I ran to the nearest village like for cigarettes. No, I actually bought a couple of packs of Marlboro from the tobacconist. But really, the fact that we were kept locked up like a menagerie just pissed me off. I tried to get out through the gate - so there is such a cordon, you...