Saturday was a bad day. It was a very bad day.

I wish it wasn’t!

I was moaning all day. The pain was excruciating!

Why should I live like this?

What kind of prison is this? 

How come people are not running away? 

Escape, damn it! Escape!

Sunday afternoon came. It was a very bad day.

Bad news, lots of death. The pain was too much!

Monday night came. It was a bad night. No moon, no sound

Not from living, not from dead!

Tuesday came. Tuesdays are always bad. Nothing! Nothing!

Wednesday came, and everybody was tired. 

Thursday came, and everybody was in pain. 

Today is Friday! 

Thank God today is Friday. 

Tomorrow, I will escape.

2/1975 Haloo