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The individual cell in the truck that takes me to the prison is clearly less than 1 square meter. It’s stiflingly hot, and only a small grill about twenty centimeters wide allows me to get some air and light. I get tossed around for thirty long minutes, and then I arrive in front of the hotel that I will occupy at taxpayers’ expense for the next few years. After going through fingerprints, and showing my sweaty asshole to an asshole supervisor, I exchange my personal belongings for a kind of big bundle, which was to be my future blanket. Inside: a towel, a single-blade Bic razor, toilet paper, a cheap toothbrush, and toothpaste. The corridors are just like in my imagination, I feel like I’m in Alcatraz, my gait is confident, my head is up, I’m in a fucking movie. The airlocks follow each other, here I am at the arrivals. The door opens on a rather tidy cell, with a shower and a TV, but this is only temporary. In a week’s time, I will leave the arrivals for my permanent cell, and the comfort will be less. I look at the sun shining behind the bars, the sky is azure blue. How long would I last here?

  • 100% cotton
  • 410gsm
  • Screen printing
  • Secret label
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