It is wednesday, september 9. I am sitting in a cell, peeking trought
the window at a glimpse of the ocean. It is cold. The window is
broken. It opens and closes with a button on the wall, and right now
it won't close. Inside the window there's a metal plate with tiny
holes. It's all in place so that I won't escape. Seems a bit too much,
as this is supposedly a voluntary stay.
For now, I have access to the Internet. This is my first report.
