Now I haven’t been to jail for six months. Sorry, it doesn’t mean I used to go to jail for any crime, but my house is near the Central Jail, and whenever I got bored, I used to go to jail for a walk. There are many friends because the prison employees’ residential colony is also inside the prison premises, and in the same colony the son of the Deputy Jail lives, and he is my close friend.
The last time I went to the prison colony to meet a friend, he didn’t meet me on the grounds. I walked towards the official area of the prison, entered the gate, and saw maybe ten prisoners weeding the lawn; all those prisoners were in their special clothes, and now they were all looking at me intently, as if in their eyes there was a desire to be released from prison and a desire to wear clean clothes like me. But it was all something I already knew.
One of the prisoners was standing with a sickle in his hand. He was looking at me, but I found his appearance most distinct; he was probably looking at me as if he were surprised or something like that.
At the same time, the prisoner started walking towards me. I knew some prisoners became psychotic and attacked, but he was now quite close to me. He threw the sickle on the ground and sat in front of me and bowed his head. He put his hands to his eyes and started crying.
The other prisoners and the two police officers guarding these prisoners were all focused on us. I did not understand what I should say to this prisoner now.
The prisoner removed his hands from his eyes and stood up, looking at me with tears in his eyes as if he could not see me clearly because of tears, and he wanted to see me with clear features.
The prisoner raised his voice and said, “My son was just like yours, but they killed my son.” There was a fire between two groups in which the prisoner’s son was killed, and two people were killed on the other side, and now this prisoner was serving the sentence for the same two murders, and his own son was also killed. I immediately understood that this must be a case of family rivalry because it is all part of our routine, and it is unfortunate.
The prisoner was crying as if he had not cried for a long time, and now he got an excuse to cry, and all his bonds broke. Perhaps forced circumstances did not let him cry, and now he was crying. His crying made my heart clenched into fists as if I would have died if I stood there any longer.
