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PERSONAL EXPERIENCE

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My name is dimez2023, I am 38 years old I was born

in Ukraine, the city of Chernivtsi. Grew up in Kiev, in 2000

moved to live in Canada. I work at a construction site, like many others In Canada. I learned English at 5 points (that was highest number of points) even in children’s classes, here I learned English by communicating with people, although about first 5 years I hardly talked to anyone, as here at a construction site i have to work very quickly, at least those who are with me have worked, mostly ex-dancers, they worked very quickly and taught me. At first I worked on laying parquet flooring, then I made stairs and railings, and then I started to do a lot of different things. I lived honestly, that is, I did not have to steal, and even now I do not steal.

Many people ask me how it was in prison, well, I tell everything as it was, since I have nothing to hide in principle, had an accident and my former best friend dashed 2 pages on me, that I am a crazy driver, at least my lawyer let me read the papers he took from the police to study my case.

We was friends with this man for 8 years, I had a little money on credit cards, for the first time in my life, well, I wanted to walk up, I never took a penny from him for gasoline, and I constantly treated him and some of his friends, I will not delve into in details. This I mean that at least I did not deserve that some rat would say about me that I am a crazy driver, after I drove him on his business, as always for free.

It was in 2012, an accident, the car ran over the curb, the wheels on the right burst and after I drove off 100 meters, so as not to stand in the middle of the road, the car was already broken, not on the move. Water from the radiator leaked out, and when I was standing in the street calling my tow truck (CAA), such a company, with a discount, then my car key ended up in the pocket of my former friend, he really liked to keep the key of my car with him, either he was afraid that I would drop him off on the road, which he very often deserved for his behavior, or he just liked it. I also often let him drive my car, which the judge and the prosecutor did not believe at the trial, this also had a bad effect on me.

I would like to draw the attention of anyone who read this book, that at that moment when (emobylizer) was in the pocket of another person, exactly at the Victors pocket at that time, the policeman could not start the car, and this was important for me until I had a chance not to go to jail, because one of the police officer lied, that he started my car and drove it 12 fit somewhere and said that when he arrived I was sitting on the drivers seat, while another man policeman told the truth that when they, three police officers arrived at the place where my car was parked, I was standing on the street.

I’ve had few beers, not openly, but in the trunk, a police woman saw a couple of beer bottles in the trunk of my car, so I said that as soon as my car was totally broken, I drank beer, they could just write me a fine for drinking beer in a public place.

Emobylizer is the main part of the key with a chip, without which one the car will not start, even if it was a meter from the ignition. This suggests that the deceitful policeman does not understand the electronics of cars and thought that it was so easy to lie, since my case dragged on for 3 years and the judge and prosecutor were probably already worried that the state was paying them too much money for each case, maybe that’s why they decided to jail me, so as not to give my lawyer the opportunity to help me and let me tell them details, that could help me. I was immediately told during the break, choose or you say! GUILTY! And you go to prison for a month or more, I don’t remember exactly, or if you want to resist and say that you are not guilty, then if you lose, you go to prison for half a year.

The choice was difficult, my lawyer told me that in this case it is very difficult to win my case. Firstly, because the judge is not a very kind person, or too fair, I would not say that, of course, but I think he is not the worst judge, judging by the verdict passed to me in the end. In general, I stopped at the scene of the accident.

I was put in handcuffs in a police cruiser in the back seat, and I ask to draw the attention of the reader (whoever he was in the flesh to my lawyer for a judge, or a prosecutor, or a former friend, or policemen) that the police did not give me breathing tube (entoxylizer), to check my blood for alcohol, because they knew that right after I drank beer, the machine would not show that I drank beer. They drove me for more than an hour, probably on purpose so that alcohol would get into the blood during the trip, otherwise they would have had to let me go on the spot, I think so. They brought me to the police station, took a breath test, and of course at that moment it already showed that I had drunk beer, not a lot, but enough to attribute an article to me. They also did not allow my car to be picked up by my tow truck, but of course they took it with their own, it’s strange that they called it so quickly, it must have been somewhere nearby.

In general, they put me in for the night, I called a lawyer, of course, knowing my situation, and because I had a similar case before, he tells me to pay sum amount first, for Canada it is certainly not much, and he was a good lawyer, just at that moment I really did not have that amount, half was not enough. I will not say the numbers and the names of the characters, except for my name, since I am not crystal clear, like an angel, so that I could not judge the others.

More in that situation it really seemed to me that everyone was against me, a former friend, three policemens, at least one of them was told the truth, but it turned out to be not enough to help me protect my self in court. The prosecutor, of course, he always plays a role against the defendant, the judge is an old man, probably tired of the details of investigating such small cases as this and decided to jail me right away without understanding, well, I’m not a saint, I might not drink beer at all that day, so it would be different story.

A lawyer transferred the first case in 2012 due to the fact that I did not understand the Russian translator, they gave me a Canadian-born mine, there was too much emphasis,

but that was not what I can even closely understand.

They postponed the case for 3 years, I don’t know why for so long, but until that time I still traveled by car and did not go to jail. Perhaps they gave me a verification period, well, in general, thank God for those 3 years until 2015 April 23rd (trial day) I did not have any violations, except once I over speed a little on the highway and a police woman on a bridge with a radar caught me. I pleaded guilty, paid a fine, and it seemed like because I pleaded guilty, they were not recorded into the system and the points were not taken from my license. But this is their promise, the police were in court, I don’t even know in the end something happened to me for it or not, but I think it was no coincidence that I was stopped the next morning at 5 or 6 am for driving too slowly. Readers please pay attention, well, is it not a degradation?!

After the first trial, they never stopped me, but here for 2 days in a row, and for the first time I agree, I raised speed a little, but why stopping me for driving to slow? Are they mocking on me?!

Well, I showed them the penalty receipt, from yesterday and I say to the policeman, excuse me that today I do not exceed even one kilometer, due to the fact that I received a fine yesterday (although usually in Canada everyone is driving at least 10 kilometers higher than the speed limit, this is normal in principle), but here I was really pissed off, I tell him litter.

I may have been driving 5 km slower, and my car was not a new 99th year Honda was, I did not want to drive fast, sorry.

They checked for alcohol, everything was clean, there were 2 cars, they are trying to make especially dangerous out of many here so that they can become famous or get more salaries, who knows what state secrets they have, but it’s obvious that they are trying to plow any builder, namely, to find a reason to suck all the money out of him and that they would plow any one like first-comers no matter what.

Even disabled people work here, I saw how one skewed one worked, but this is no longer relevant to this story, and this is not my business. Well, in general, I found a lawyer, who did not ask for money right before the trial, I was lucky. Court 2015, April 23rd, now I ask any reader to pay attention to the fact that the lawyer first took me not to my courtroom, that is, not to the place where they were going to judge me, but for some reason to another room. I was surprised and asked him what was the matter? He poked his finger at a piece of paper, right at the entrance to the courtroom, there was a list of the names of all the defendants that day. Well, guess who was there?! Yes, yes, my former best friend. In general,

I will jump off the topic for a minute, after the trial, namely the next day (they released me the next day after the verdict and let me go to jail on weekends, more on that later), I call my ex-friend and ask if he were in court, something happened?), and he answers me, no Dimitri, I’m fine.

The first thing I thought was that he was lying, but what do you think? It was stupid of him to lie like that, well, I’m talking right away, probably for him very unexpectedly, my ex-friend, yesterday I saw your name and surname in the next courtroom, the lawyer showed me * (by the way, for this I very much thank my lawyer, not everyone would do that) *, and said that you came to court today on our common case to testify against me, do you imagine this situation? It’s me that turns out to be some kind of especially dangerous criminal, if he was afraid to be present with me against me in the same courtroom. And that’s not all, well, I think, okay, the guy was lying a little, and then I say, listen my friend, my lawyer told me that you were in court yesterday.

Well, then my former best friend realized that he was screwed up and that it would not work out, even though I did not threaten him, but simply asked, well, he said then. Dimitri I remembered that I had a trial in another case, I just forgot!!!!! Type now I ask for special attention, everyone, everyone!

I say My ex-best friend (I say that instead of his a name), I had a trial in 2012, they gave me papers with your testimony against me, and now you, after 3 years, exactly at the same time and at the same courthouse (though in another room, which even more proves that you were

lying), after these words my ex-friend said that he had to go, well, that’s understandable, he’s a businessman, he is digging holes, as a plumber.

Well, okay, then he called me a couple of times and said that the 2

pages that he dashed on me, he did not sign, then after I skipped to him that I saw his signature there and I know his character and handwriting, the police could not have portrayed his character, even if they had acted in films for half their lives and played the role of my former best friend.

But that’s not all, when he is drunk, transparent, then the conversation is like this. Okay Dimitri, maybe I signed something there, but you yourself understand that you can sign a lot of things, if we are talking about interrogation, I got scared, he says, well, that’s what I say to him, listen there from those things are written like you told me to stop, but I did not stop.

In principle, there was such a moment when the wheels burst in the car, he shouted at me that I would stop, but why would I stop in the middle of the road, I drove off a little and then stopped, the car was no longer in motion. And where could the police get such words so that they could write this themselves? In general, there was not much I could tell him, but everything was clear, I called him a couple of times before the court, I wanted to ask him not to go to court, or at least not so hard to poke a finger at me, that he was a poor man yelling at me to stop a car, but I did not stopping because I am crazy driver.

I had $ 500 in my wallet, they were lost that day, after the police found my wallet during a search of my friend, he told me that he took it from the car, so that they could not find my drivers license, so it would help me some how, ball shit of this kind. My former best friend was so drunk and grabbed, in principle it is normal for him, in short, 500 dollars disappeared from my wallet, after he gave me my wallet without money the next day and said that the police must have stolen and divided it among themselves. Well, what can I say here, in principle, this is possible, although I doubt that the police will risk losing their jobs for $ 500. So few details, here’s the thing that I once took out 1100 Canadian dollars from my credit card and lent it to my ex-best friend, he asked, said that his sister and mother needed for the fair on bloor street, I doubt that he even gave a dollar to his sister, judging by many stories from other people, what kind of person he is.

Well, and then I told about it, because on that day he first wrote me a check for 1100 and half an hour later he wrote another for 600, then for the first time in all our long friendship with him and his friends I was tight with money and I urgently needed 500 dollars, and he wrote me a check for 600, I cashed it and bought him cigarettes and drinks for 100 dollars, imagine the situation. Well, it was in his interests to put me in jail and roll up all sorts of nonsense stories that would hold the wallet for at least a couple of days, I certainly understand that he could use my credit cards, but until he showed his real identity, I did not mind if he even bought for him and his sister or girlfriend a pizza there.

By the way, the prosecutor and the judge at the trial did not believe me that I gave him 1100 from a credit card, the topic there was blown up for half a day in court, they were going to judge me for 2 days, but it got to the point that my best friend was so good and gave me 500 dollars, everyone started questioning me in court, oh, how is this, where did the 500 dollars come from, but the fact is that in court I did not say that my best friend stole 500 dollars from me on the same day and why he dashed me.

I just said that we met so that my friend would give me part of the debt of 500 dollars. And then it started off, somewhere they found something in my conversation that they say how is it possible, that you once lent him 1100 money from a credit card, I already started talking to them all in a raised tone, listen, maybe I’m a fool, that I lent him money, but we are not talking about this now and this is irrelevant, and in general I rather gave money not to him but to his mother and sister on my word of honor.

But I don’t ask you to knock out my debt, I can forgive him that money in principle, I don’t feel sorry for money, it was just that such a situation was when I really needed money, but now we have a different case, we talking about me. In short, the car jeep cherokee limited year of 2006 at the police penalty site was not on the move, I don’t remember how much I paid for the ransom of the car, but not a little, for repairs later, to a lawyer, $ 500 that my best friend kind of gave me, I generally have got this money from him unexpectedly, he did not spend a dime in my presence for 8 years of friendship. And then on the same day I lost 500 dollars, it’s already funny to me.

Tat rat my ex-friend was often talled me that his making 500 a day, i say so why did you rat from me 500 then? Okay you can call me a looser for that, by the way there was even a conversation once when my best former friend told me, and if I don’t give you the money back, what will you do to me?.

Well most likely you hid that money in your ass, and it would be difficult to get it out of there, I don’t need blood. Then I remembered how in Kiev such woodpeckers lay in blood and asked the boys that they would not be beaten all in blood, consumption by color! Consumption by suit, these are exactly the words I remembered when my friend told me, and what I will do to him, well, I think you understand, that we are far from being children, so that we can beat someone, all the more so who testifies against you in the next courtroom, I think it’s better to write this in a book, let him take revenge on me later or take offense, I don’t care, I shield, that I am entitled to this story.

Okay, I’m talking too much about my friend. One of the police officers, a woman, came pregnant to the trial against me. People, I understand, it happens, but after 3 years come to court on such a small case as mine, does she really have no other occupation, sit and read or write, but the overweight woman with a belly is almost giving birth, it’s funny, or I really made one of the police angry.

Or the fact that my former best friend came to the next courtroom against me to give testimony seemed very important to the police, because if Victor (my former best friend, I can’t stand it anymore, I want to mention Victor’s last name, but I’ll tease him, he himself knows) did not come to court, then I’m almost sure that three police officers would not come to court either, because here if you figure it out, then the police lie, the judge needs to finish the case faster.

I had enough evidence and a good enough lawyer to save me from prison, but Victor (maybe my old acquaintances Poles paid him for this, who knows) came to court after 3 years, as if he was forcibly taken out of the house to court, and according to the law, if a witness comes to court, then the police must come to read the verdict and all the articles that they hung on me that day. During the break (about ten minutes), the police asked me how much I paid the lawyer that he is trying so hard for me? I said, let’s keep my secret on, at that moment.

I thought what a strange question, as if it was about millions of dollars, or hinted to me that I would give them a bribe, I still did not understand, but it looked strange, yes after 3 years you yourself got used to quacking against me, I won’t call names, and how much the state pays you for this that you are trying so hard to plant me in jail, a plowman. But everything is clear here, and I’m not going to talk about the plowmen.

In general, the court continues, everything comes to the point that I kind of lied and that, in principle, according to the view of the world of police officers, prosecutors, judges, my former best friends Viktors, such a principle is impossible.

I can even believe it, probably only me, from another planet, who lent 1100 to Victor’s mother and sister from my credit card. This is not yet shielding the fact that once a week for about 8 years I drove him and very often treated not only him, I did not say a word about this in court, after I saw the reaction of the aliens in the courts to what I said that I borrowed 1100 and came to pick up 500, I would not be surprised that Victor told everyone in the next courtroom that he gave me a present of 500 dollars, and due to the fact that I did not have them in my wallet, after he gave it to me empty the next day. Perhaps he was afraid that I would tell the police that he gave me an empty wallet, but somehow at the time of the trial that money didn’t even was in my head, it just looks like a normal person, even an offended 10-year-old girl would not come to the other courtroom, against someone to testify, after 3 years.

Most likely the explanation for this is precisely that Victor was afraid that I would hand him over to the police because he stole $ 500 from me, on the same day for part of the debt out of 1100 money given to me. In general, the judge read out the verdict 120 days in prison, it was scary, I already had trials, but it was not so scary yet. First, they put me in a single monkey house with a toilet, it looks like for one person, with vertical bars, a stone bench, in front of the entrance there two guards politely asked me what I would eat, a hamburger with cheese or a beef like, I chose with cheese, to which one of the guards told me, a good choice. In a few hours, as far as I remember, time passes longer there than in the wild. The most thing that I still had to go to prison, it is not known where and when.

On the way to the crossing to the prison, I was taken to some semi-medical, semi-police, there were 5 of them, or someone else and asked me about my health, which they did not pay much attention to when I told them that I had a nose a couple of times broken and that I had some more damages, I’m not complaining, but none of the doctors and the policeman paid attention to this detail and to all sorts of other details such as a broken arm and a hernia and all my shortcomings.

They drove me for about an hour, maybe a little longer, in a dark trailer. This hour probably lasted like a day, and I had not yet reached the prison, when we arrived there was a large garage, the ceiling height was somewhere like the third floor of an apartment. There were about 20 more trailers, maybe more, the streets were not visible and I did not know if I would see again soon.

The very beginning of paranoia, there is already a corridor and different voices, it seems like it’s not a prison yet, but it’s close. It turned out to be a transfer station, such words frightened me more and more, as if I got into space. Well, there were a couple of women, strict, but there was one and pretty, although it seemed like it was not forbidden to watch, but I caught a glimpse of it, it was scary to somehow stare, there were also detailed checks.

Well, I registered and they took me into a cell that was longer than that solitary monkey house, into which I was taken immediately after the trial, to cross to the prison. There was an African-American man, I would even say old man, I don’t know for sure, but he held out his hand and seemed to say his name, I told him too, but at that moment I didn’t even remember his name, probably from fear, because I thought that this is a prison.

But it turned out that no, old man was constantly looking at the glass door, something was beaconing him there and he called the police captains, apparently he was already an experienced one. For the first 2 hours I did not pay attention to what was behind the glass, but when I saw that the old man began to exchange gestures with someone and said something loudly, I realized that there might be something interesting there.

So it turned out to be interesting, at first there in the center of our next door (it turned out that we were there as in a train, separated by rows) and a number of cameras opposite us, all glass, there were carts with dirty laundry, they are so deep and large on wheels, plastic, and they moved clean clothes on flat wheelbarrows, cleaning service in a prison in general. And at first they obscured those rows of prison that are opposite us, well, even until then I thought it was a prison and began to study the details, everything was somehow in motion and it was loud there, in short space, probably those who have already been sitting there for a long time are just is entertained. Well, old man told me something there that he has been sitting there for a long time and that it is not a prison yet, and says that it is more dangerous in prison than at the transfer station, because there are only two or one at a time, this is such a test, they put a newcomer and an old-timer to check the reaction of both.

A few hours later, old man was released, and me a little later. They released me the next day, I don’t even remember how long they kept me, but no longer than a day. And I started going to jail on weekends. The regime was as follows, arrived on Friday at 7 o’clock, after dinner. As far as I realized a little later, after about three weekends off imprisonment, the prison bosses do this in order to keep order and give the old-timers prisoners a quiet, peaceful meal, since I even learned from my own mistake on the first day, when I did not turn in the dishes, but I thought what to do with her, I even asked the warden if I should wash the dishes, everyone in the cell laughed, there were 40 of them. In general, it is because of such cases that they let newcomers in after dinner.

At first, everyone called me big man, because when we stood in line for food, I really stood out with the tallest growth. They serve food in plastic containers, sealed tightly and labeled with your name and surname. It’s good to mine! The first day was the longest for me. After the transfer station, of course, I was no longer so afraid, but after African-American old man told me that it was much more dangerous in prison, I was caught in paranoia. I go into the building, there is a crowd of people in line, about 50 people, there are a little more on the street, about 5—10 people are called on the microphone, those who in general used to call in some cases by their last name when something is urgent. For the last time in front of the entrance before the whole weekend, the whole crowd stands and smokes a couple of cigarettes, or even a pack of cigarettes, so that they get enough, and some of them ven faint in front of the entrance, but these are the ones who

are listed as alcoholics in prison, they are given a glass of

wine to mine in the morning, a glass in the evening I don’t know exactly.

The first weekend I didn’t take anything with me to prison, although

I was given a list of what you can take and what is forbidden,

in principle there is nothing complicated there, but it’s better

to be safe and after the first time you already know exactly what

you can bring and what you don’t. At first I was in no hurry to go

there, out of courtesy I let all the old-timers and old mans

pass, well, I think you understand the reason, everyone there is

in no hurry to register in line without queuing, and from there it

is probably the politeness to stand in line, even if the line is long.

I went inside, there is a registration, they give out a piece of

paper like a prison pass, well, of course, I asked there what and

how, and immediately to the metal detector, my outerwear was removed, I put everything out of my pockets in a plastic basket, went to the

wall, hands up. The woman searched thoroughly, gave one more piece

of paper, I just don’t remember whether they gave us a paper bracelet

on our hand or not, they gave us a paper bracelet in medical room, in the

course of the story I will remember.

Here is the next room where there are 100 naked people, male human

individuals, that is, women were not naked. And the lockers for your

personal belongings, you undress at the locker to the bare and you

wait in line to get an orange overalls, under the bottom, panties

and socks are given out about your size, such a wardrobe and

there your uncle asks what size you have, and gives, naturally not

new, but washed.

Blue panties and light beige socks. All doors are either light green

or orange, more of them light green. But right in front of the wardrobe, in

turn, each naked approaches such a seat just above the waist, at my

2 meters tall, armed guards from the front and back, one says open your

mouth, the other says stand in a dog’s pose, part the rolls,

They usualy touth only long hairs ones, I had short ones.

I noticed that many were carrying paperback books, cards too, usually

zigzags are glued into books, this is paper for wrapping tobacco or tea.

Of course, you can also twist a smoke from books, but I shield that

it is yoke in relation to others. Because they want to read books too.

After the wardrobe on the right side there is a first-aid post, on

the left there is a room in the form of a large elevator, where men

already dressed in orange overalls are sitting and waiting for a call

by their first and last name, for the first time everyone goes to the

first-aid post and talks about all their problems, I said that I was

snoring, but they ignored me, okay, I’m not complaining, many grumble

but I’m really very loud.

They lead us into a large cell, where there are 20 two-tiered metal beds.

For 40 people. The first time I was even given to choose a bed, I

chose the second or third right side, a little later I found out that

the old timers are already in the same places and even create problems for

beginners, like they deserve them there or bought them, but these are

nuances, I didn’t pay attention to such details, I was lucky and the

place that I wanted was not busy, closer to the exit, to the toilet,

but further from the center,

where drug addicts and all sorts of movement lovers, such as youngsters

or old-timers, usually gathered in the evenings, they invited me more

than once, and they even gave me places in the center, but I politely

refused, first of all, I told everyone at once that I was snoring,

and the boys even wondered why I came to them they were planted, in

such cases, either a separate cell is given, or they are put to those

who do not complain of snoring, or simply do not react when they sleep,

more on that later.

I sat down and even played cards with the centers, and then showed them

tricks, they asked me how is the first day?! Well, I said how it was,

that it felt like I was in space, or like in first grade at school,

well, they looked at me that I was kind of like an intellectual, not

a thug in general, an ordinary man, if we speak by concepts.

They offered me to smoke grass with them, I politely refused, I am

not a fan of grass at all, but sometimes you can smoke with a girl,

but I did not refuse tobacco, they explained to me that for the first

time they give tobacco just like that and one match, with graters

for There were no problems there, they even lay on the table

sometimes, later they say they need to change, either juice, or

milk, or fruit, or cookies can be exchanged for anything, up to

powerful medications, everything is honest and legal.

The fact is that I have noticed many cases when a person has a

pain in prison, but they ignore him, of course it happens that

a person pretends, but when he has a stitched jaw and instead

of morphine he is given aspirin or analgin, this is certainly

not good, probably that’s why some ones hiddenly bring powerful drugs into the prison,

not because they are bad people, if I needed something, I would

also not really hope that someone would give me a powerful pain

reliever at night in prison, only in a critical situation they call

a nurse to get a strong pain reliever, when I was in the hospital,

they very rarely gave morphine, I lay for only 3 days and I had

an infection all over my body and it hurt a lot, but until I shouted,

they did not give me anything, and very often they gave me sleeping

pills instead of painkillers, 2–3 once a day,

,I tell them I slept for a long time, okay this is too much. On

the first night I naturally did not sleep, I got to know everyone

around me and their orders, firstly with the orders of the

prison itself, and secondly with the orders of old-timers, and

even newcomers. I was immediately introduced to food, after I

left the rubber cup on my bed, it is logical to assume, that if

the glass is rubber then you can keep it near you. But it turned

out that even the rubber cup had to be given away, since there were paper

cups hanging on the wall for permanent use, but I did not

immediately notice them. The toothbrush is also rubber, about

10 centimeters, green, and every weekend it is sealed, a new

one, you could even ask for a new one every day, they gave me

out there, but someone raked up more than they should, businessmen,

probably prison thieves, most likely young.

They all had sheets and a thin blanket, the room was not cold,

but not warm either, I don’t even know, maybe it seemed colder

because of fear, but it was cool. There was hot water in the

shower, and until nightfall you can walk as much as you want,

well, within reason, of course, there is a loud drain in the

toilet, there are no brushes, when you walk in a big way, it is

better to drain at the same time so as not to make such unpleasant

sounds, this is one young old-timer for me advised me when

I wanted to use the toilet.

There are video cameras on the ceilings everywhere, well,

except for the toilet, the upper part in the toilet is visible,

and the lower part is obscured by standing behind the stone

sides from the floor to the waist. The eye is long under the

ceiling, but almost not transparent, so the lamps are half lit

around the clock, the light is constantly on in the toilet,

the TV is on the wall under the ceiling of a medium size, you

can see it well, the remote control is on the table, but rarely

touches it, usually they turn on hockey or else some kind of

sports, or news.

We had a good warden, usually and allowed us to watch TV all

night, rarely came across an evil person who turned off the TV

at 23:00. In this case, everyone read books, but only few slept.

Every half an hour, namely when the minute hand was either

six or twelve, there was a detour, two warders holding their

pistols, walked on both sides and pressed buttons approximately

in the center on the wall, which meant everything was fine?

Sometimes words, blue code or red code were spoken in the

loudspeaker, about 5 times a day. The blue code means that

someone was beaten or someone just became ill but without blood

and was not critical, the red code meant something more serious,

a staggering Spaniard was brought to our cell by a red code and

covered in blood, then I understood what a red code is … It was

possible to smoke very quickly and a little, so that I could have

time before the detour, namely, when the minute hand on the clock

on the wall is either at ten or three and you could throw out the

cigarette butts on the floor little halls for water lick outs,

or soak well in the shower, or pour toilet, but smoking near

the toilet is not the best place.

Old-timers usually smoked under the blankets, because the cameras

are on the ceilings, and then you wave the blanket like you shake

it out, fanning the smoke. There was enough tea, and sugar, usually

old mans are laid down them on the table for everyone and asked who

wants what, they played cards at the tables with everyone, and the

young played on bunks for money or something else. It was easier

for me to sit with old mans, I am not one of those who would

like to sit there for years, but it happened that both 55 and 60

years old almost fought with the young, but they are not bad. On

the second or third weekend of my stay in prison, I don’t remember

exactly, neighbors complained about me, because I was snoring noisy, the

guards woke me up,

,and until the end of that night I sat on chairs watching TV, that

warden even helped me, made the TV a little louder and said you can

sleep here, I said thank you. But how you sleep there, in general,

they transferred me to that cell where they did not complain about

the snoring, that is, either grunting or ignoring the groping,

and there were already only 15 people there, I don’t remember exactly,

on my side on the left there was one thug lying, on the right,

snorting senior, but then we became friends, and in the corner

there was one, on the right, a young African American, several

old men, young with a sewn jaw and one heavily groaning on the

floor lay on the mattress, he did not have enough space that day.

By the way, in that cell where there were 15 people and there were

more elders, they called me a Russian, I was the only one among

them from another country and Russian-speaking. We played cards,

I already started bringing books, Stephen King usually. Then I

left books for others, and when I came the next weekend, and found

myself in a room with the same people, it was easier for all of us,

as soon as you come home.

I’ll be honest, even though this prison seems to me not the most

strict regime, and I haven’t even been in prison for a year, but

I think I’ve been there enough to understand that on the one hand,

the prison is not so terrible, even if you are an alcoholic then

you will be given enough to drink for free, if you are a drug

addict, then you will be given methadone in moderation, and if

you are sick, they will help. But here is a matter of principle,

jail is jail, even if the room is large enough, and some just walk

in a circle, that is, there is a big difference in the fact that

you walk in a circle or back and forth 20 meters, and will, where

you can go even endlessly until you get tired.

I would also like to add about food. You will be surprised, but

many people say that they feed poorly in prisons, I personally liked

to eat there on Saturday, I don’t remember exactly what was

there, but I remember the sausages with potatoes, I remember

exactly the meat sometimes with potatoes, the only bad food

there is Sirio for breakfast, but I did not eat, I

gave to those who love, and in my life I’m not used to eat as

much 3 times a day, not because I’m poor and very thin, but just

got used to it for a decade, sometimes I eat 2 times a day,

very rarely 3 times.

By the way, my relatives and friends noticed that after prison

in 2015, I got very fat, although I almost never ate breakfast

there, I only drank milk sometimes and juice, but mostly I

exchanged for tobacco and matches and paper for wrapping tea …

Near me, in the first room, where there were 40 people, an

athlete in tattoos walked constantly, he turned out to be my

neighbor, 20 minutes away from me, relatively not far.

We gave him a lift after leaving for about my third weekend

of imprisonment, well, we got to know better, the kid turns

out to be normal and he has a family and didn’t drink, he

didn’t smoke, by the way he helped me in prison to find those

to whom he gave a part of my fruit, part of the sixth, and

me for this he found tobacco and paper for wrapping, once

a friend gave me a double wrapping with tea, it is weak and

the smoke is almost invisible and the smell cannot even be identified.

So I smoked freely under a blanket, when the guys asked the

warden to turn off the light for the evening, well, of

course, there was always light in the toilet, the cameras

should see the figures that at night someone would not beat

or kill someone. Well, I’m so, I read books, saw films,

and in my life I’ve seen a lot, and here is a prison-space.

One word transfer station still scares me, but prison is

bondage. Why did I say this, I probably seemed to be joking,

not funny, but really think, what could be worse than a prison,

worse than fear?

Death probably! And maybe death is not so frightening,

although I thought this for the first time, when at the age

of 19 I did an unsuccessful hara-kiri with a knife in the

stomach because of depression, then I was afraid to finish

it off, and even now, when I have gone through a lot and

grew I am afraid to die, I almost died several times. Yes,

so that I would not forget to brag, after the third or

fourth days off, I brought a bottle of whiskey or vodka to

the prison, though to the place where the lockers are,

immediately before checking to the wardrobe.

And yes, when I was angry on Victor in prison, no matter

how it was there, I wrote his name and surname on the inside

of the cover of the books. Victor beware of books, if you find yourself in

the same Toronto childcare center, in my opinion it translates

as a correctional colony or a Toronto detention center, but

Google does not know the translation for sure. I called. its

just a prison. By the way, yes, if someone asks me why there

are no walks there, I also think why, most likely they do not

want conflicts between us, such as more civilians, or what

would I call the category of the place of imprisonment where

I was and a group of people, I would say that we are not

criminals, but rather those who went to jail through misunderstanding

or first arrived.

And I would also say that we are one of those who want to

be released as quickly as possible, and those who are for

life and deserve to be in prison are the aggressors, and those

who swear every second word are probably already doomed to be

taken for a walk from the first day imprisonment. It was not

for nothing that they put me in prison with an experienced

inmate even before the prison, he probably, after talking with

me, albeit not for a long time, immediately determined what

category of people I belonged to and after that they did not

put me in a place where they were even taken along the corridors

in handcuffs. I have never been handcuffed throughout my

weekend imprisonment, and a special thanks to them for that.

Another businessman say to me, one of those who makes money from

the state by keeping people in prison, once said that half of

the cells in their prison were empty, and these words sounded

like! WE WILL PLANT EVEN THE WEAK GUILTY! or even not guilty,

I certainly do not hint that the owner of the prison where I

was imprisoned is a bad person, I would say on the contrary,

they treated me well there, both from the police and from

the old-timers of cellmates.

But the fact is that the reality is that if they have such a

business, and they have to pay for electricity, for food for

everyone, and the food is disposable, by the way, they cannot

feed the prisoner with not fresh food, any prisoner can sue them

for it, I think so. Well, they either have to either somehow

report to the state about where they spent the money, if they

only have half of the cells filled, and there are times when

people and the base of the court are immediately imprisoned, it

is precisely for such cases that empty cells are placed, and

even that they have a lot of extra space, in our cell there is

a man on the floor, albeit with a mattress, but do you know why?

Because they save on electricity, food, medicine, water. Just

imagine how much the owners of the prison would have to pay for

one night if they had to put that guy who was lying on the floor

in one big cell for 40 people, they have no right to leave him

without heating, and the area for 40 people with a toilet and

a shower to heat and light it for one day will cost thousands of

dollars, I can figure out about the prices, how much businessmen

pay for heating and lighting of wherehouses (well, that is, a large work space).

It is for such reasons, very often between people like me, ordinary

men who want to be free, come across some kind of geese, such as

thieves depicted with tattoos like makeup, who have been sitting for

3 years, his only tattoo meant something in terms of concepts, so

this is the grave of his late daughter on his leg, so, I don’t

understand why the grave of relatives on the leg is stabbed, this

is not normal, although the thieves respected him for this, that

is, a neutral tattoo.

I would not approve if I was offered to have tatoo of some one’s grave on my leg.

I’ll tell you now about one of these, on my left was lying, by the way,

he was shouting there that I was in his place, after I have been living

there for about ten days, namely, on the second bunk from the entrance,

,he started to sculpt me and wanted to drive me out of bed, and

the old men fit in for me, they told him we know where you came

from Lindsay Jail, it’s kind of cool and he was sitting for 3

years, but they explained to him that I had already taken root

here and I older than him, although he was the first walker, he

was angry at me later, I did not give it to him, because he began

to be rude, he swore but not with direct texts in my direction,

he also understands that even a newcomer can punish him for purring,

the more, I was bigger and more muscular then him.

But that’s not the point. I’ve been on the street since I’ve been young,

I knew how to talk to any serious people, unlike many purring

and cursing, I’m not going to call it rude words now, you understand,

I’m trying to write culturally, but that goose really got caught

another of the guardians, like he was friends with her there, and he feel

more comfortible tthere, of course he might not have any business,

but he was definitely friends, I think it is not to bad to be friends

with a warden or policemen and even greet the hand.

We are not thieves in law, well, I am no longer deserve

to bear the title man as of thief in law, after instead of 4 years in prison

in my youth I was given to work for free in the Polish church.

Sorry, but I’m not so cool that I would choose instead of 3 years

probation and work in a church, serve 4 years in jail.

That is why, according to the concepts of pure old thieves in law,

I have no right to become a thief in law, but this does not mean

that I was, as they say, that the goat works for the police in prison,

in general, I did not work in prison, but in freedom worked.

I just didn’t want to go to jail.

And let this person who has been sitting for 3 years in Linsey jail,

say me something.

I’ve already sat with him for the third weekend, lying down, but how

else to sit there. As if a spy sent from the police, or it was

sent to fill me up, and how can you sleep near such a thing?! I

fell asleep for the first time, then I woke up from a kick to my

hand, he hit me because I was snoring noisy, and so I was told by him, you

was snoring (you were wheezing), it all happened in seconds, I jumped

up, and he lay down like a corpse like he doing nothing and he dont know what

just happend.

In short, with a turn, I hit his frail hand with all the power,

jid hand was already twitched, either from fear, or from the fact that his

dystrophic body twitched for 30 seconds from my hit. I hit very hard,

the bone even crunched or clicked there, after that he began

to treat me differently, by the way, his friend is an African American

standing with a towel on his shoulder.

Brushing teeth and all the elders who were on my side in this case,

everyone looked at us, including the cameras, there even the guardians

was looking at me with a smile, then all old timers turned from calling me

Russian, they all started to call me Dimitri, by name in general.

In short, that old-timer to my left realized that I was not afraid of him,

well, of course, even an old man would be afraid of him after 3 years been in

any jail, but the rules (concepts) are rules.

By the way, the rest of the tattoos on his body were drawn everywhere,

except for the grave of his daughter, they meant nothing, probably just

show-off. And for me personally, a tattoo is a stigma, no matter what

symbol it may be. Scars can be described as a man between boys, if they

are not shameful of course. Personally, for each of my, more or less not

a small scar, I can tell a story, and having met many people, in all your

and my life, you will hear more than once confirmation of how and where

exactly I got that scar, at least an approximate place and method, this

is what I shield strength in the truth, even in trifles, that is, for any

small stories you can judge who this person is if you are afraid to tell

the truth on little things, for example, those three policemen,

two of whom lied against me, then imagine what they will be capable

of if it comes to when they will be judged, I think they will kill each

other easy, rats. The more, she was pregnant, if she had lost her job in

that court for her petty lies against me, then her child at least

would not have become a policeman.

But would have worked like me, approximately, at a construction site.

By the way, I still hope that there will be at least one police officer

in Canada who will at least reread my case in detail, I am afraid of a

further trial again, since I already have little faith in justice, but

I hope that at least just one more cool policeman will study this

case and give me a verbal verdict.

About this type! Dmitry Deminchuk deserved to receive a fine in this

amount for drinking beer in a public place after the accident. And then

a police man lied, that 12 fit, he drove my jeep without an emobilizer when the

emobilizer was lying at that moment in Victors, my former best friend’s

pocket. In general, I just wanted to share my personal experience,

maybe it will come in handy for someone, maybe the tough uncles will

laugh at this story, maybe just someone will read it to their children

as a fairy tale before bedtime. And yet, every dollar I received from

this book, I’ll shield it as a payment from my best friend’s debt to me,

maybe a little with interest, you will honestly agree.

I understend that the government need a hard workers, but please, lets do it

together and have some limit, i am not horse. See you all later.

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