Correction Center 4.

Chapter 4.

He then tells me where he comes from and I do the same out of courtesy. We finish the slimy Oatmeal and dump the rest in the food bin provided for trash, and make our different ways back to a designated place for work. Suddenly I get an all bow in my ribcage and a stern voice tells me I need to hurry up because something is going to happen very soon at this place where I am standing. Out of the blue two inmates confronts each other and a dirty fight starts taking place, kicking and pulling hair is the main target and soon blood is flowing from the two contenders faces. I whisper to the person next to me what the reason for the fight is all about, and get told to main my own business.
Things like fight go on constantly from disgruntled individual parties around the Correction Center all day long due to short fuses and power struggle, or simply for something to do if you are not a full box of chocolate and there a few of them around in here. Life inside is not always bad there are few things you can do to refresh your brain with, there is a library where you can spend time if you are that inclined and there is the meeting place where you can join in and comment about the State of the establishment in general, not sure if it helps.
This place got their fair share of Ethnic groups that a more wholetail than others and are very hostile when it com to tutorial rights and spend most of they time telling other inmates where to go and that can course a huge amount of anger, it is bad for everybody in here.
When you look like a nerd in a place like this you have a very good chance that somebody don’t like your looks and start to pick on you for the same reason, words get said you get knocked around and it doesn’t matter how bad people are there will always bee somebody that take your side but it com whit a hefty price that most be paid in full for it to work.5737939113_2d5bb2f02b_m

Author: gizmo4me66@gmail.com

Born somewhere in Danmark after the second War, 1944 was the year one of the best. I was left on the Church step somebody told me later not sure if I did care. Spend many days playing in the snow like most kids did in that ages. My schooling was normal education but when I reached 15 I lost interest. My schooling got replaced with an apprenticeship that lasted 4 years. Army training was my next stop what I did like. After that, it was back to make furniture, with a trade that was not a money spinner I decided to Emigrate to New Zeland.

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