My first day at a secure juvenile care facility on the outskirts of Amsterdam. Around 9:30 PM the door of my room (or cell whatever you wish) is locked. I'm part of Group Obama (names are chosen to avoid stigmatization). Around 7:30 PM we walked to a nearby gas station in the presence of a team leader in order to buy some cigarettes. Nobody escaped. It was an intense but rather peaceful day, lots of cursing in between, but who can object to cursing in a juvenile care facility ?