In silence I let myself be led. I ask the guard what day it was, he answers Tuesday! Staying in this hole sometimes makes you lose track of time... So in 3 days, I'll be out of here... Hoping that this time, I'm actually getting out! I manage to find a phone, I call my mother, it doesn't go through. I call Jores, he picks up and I tell him that I'll go out on Friday!

This is another long ordeal for me. I count every minute, every second that passes. I hope to get out of here and fly again, breathe pure help! I want to get out of...