25.8.16 (#236) Back by Myron Lysenko

Not long after that, the authorities closed down the prison. 

When I returned the magistrate gave me a six month bond.
The magistrate remanded the case for another week.

My father stood up and said he would do it.
The magistrate agreed and asked if anybody was willing to pay.
I stood before the magistrate and asked for a reduction in my bail.
The guards searched me and confiscated my books.  

I wrapped it around my neck as if it were a scarf.  

I wanted a souvenir so I decided to steal a D Division towel.

The warders woke me early in my cell saying it was time to go to court.

I resolved never to steal anything ever again.
I couldn’t believe I was in jail for stealing soup.
They put me in remand and cut my long hair.

I was dobbed in and the police came and arrested me.
I stole tins of tomato soup from a take-away chicken shop.

I slept on cushions on the floor in a drop-in centre.
I didn’t go far, I didn’t even leave the suburb.
After lying to my father I packed a bag and ran away from home.