080613 #wheelbarrow but you can lay the rocks down, one at a time, starting with bare dirt, and even if sometimes you just stare at them, eventually, you build your wall 101004 #eel #roach The prison was run rather like a semi-strict dormitory. There were rules, but no visible atrocities. Most of the staff left us alone. Most of us were young, just older than kids. The prison was a long, rambling, low chateau. My dad came to visit. We went thru the cafeteria line together and he bought me some extra desserts for like a nickel apiece. I went to grab some extra bacon, and no-one would have noticed, except dad spoke up and asked how much it cost. I wondered why he had done that. Being held prisoner unjustly, I felt, was enough cause for me to take whatever I could get. They owed me. I sampled some chicken; when I remarked how delicious it was, the cafeteria lady, thickly German, smiling, said, "We treat you good here." I was like, well yeah, but....