We get out of the cells to get our meals. I’m at the end of the top rung of cells and so when the doors are opened I walk to the center of the rung and then down the stairs to get my food. Also, because I am still listed as “ag-seg,” I am apparently let out of my cell for about an hour each day by myself. I used my time out today to call my wife and the kids as well as my parents. Being able to talk to my wife made all the difference in the world, but much of the time was spent crying and being angry with the situation. Knowing that this was only the beginning of the struggle we were facing is extremely difficult.
I quickly grabbed a book when I was told that I needed to return to my cell. In my haste, I picked up a philosophy book on the middle ages. It was awful. I tried to focus on it for about three hours but it was simply unreadable. It read like a textbook and I felt like it was not moving forward with any specific conclusion.