One of the highlights of my stay in Wroclaw – till now – was the visit to the prison of Wolow yesterday.
The director had a dry kind of humor, which was very appealing.
He told us about an inmate who tried to escape with a self-made parachute. The result was a broken leg.
The inmate is back in prison and renamed Spiderman.
The prison also has a literary club. I was invited to meet with the members of this club. One of the members of this club told me he had been in prison for 32 years and in the early years he was not allowed to write a poem with the word “breast” in it.
The food in my opinion was not as good as at Guantánamo Bay.