Day 2: After receiving word that my electric shackle falsely reported two escape attempts, I was interrogated as to my whereabouts and how I might have tunneled to freedom. The prison guard said it was likely a faulty battery and that they would look at it on Saturday. I can only guess at the tortures that await me.
I was shipped off to the labor camp this morning where I had to endure eight grueling hours in front of a computer screen. The fan in my area was broken so I had only the industrial level AC to keep me cool with no breeze. My mind wandered back to the ride over here, where I would stare out the window of my vehicle and think about the innocence of the poor fools around me taking their freedom for granted. They’ll never know the torment of leaving their residence to work for a third of the day, only to return home to stay until the next morning. It’s almost lights out. They make me go to bed sometime between 21:00 hours and 01:30. Any later than that, and I’ll be a bit groggy tomorrow. 15 days and a wake up left. I can only hope I at least somewhat resemble the man I was when I’m finally released.