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25.01.2013 10:05 Блог ведется X дней
I am still here
People often ask me what kind of morals in the women's prison, and how women live there. In the men's lock-downs everything is simple and clear: there are some unspoken laws that everyone follows. Otherwise they will not survive.
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06.12.2012 15:23 Day 86
Short views of Health Ministry
You can’t write with the same temper always. At times words come out on their own, no need to push, and today I can’t invent the point of my writing. And again the state of mind and body is strongly connected.
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30.11.2012 14:13 Day 80
Stigma
Tomorrow it will be the World Aids Day. I used to work at the report about stigma and discrimination and remembered how bad I felt because of it. I clearly understand my son being ashamed to tell anyone about my disease. The society will come to the understanding that AIDS is only a scaring fairy tale, created by those who earn money on it with a permanent support of the mass media.
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26.11.2012 10:04 Day 76
Hit the Mud
There was one drug addict Isa, who used to live in our district. He was a neat Caucasian guy, who was never in need of something. His father was very rich. During the Soviet Union time his profit was around half million of rubles. That time it was a fabulous amount of money.
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23.11.2012 12:01 Day 73
Sveta and ephedrine
I have seen a lot of people in my life. Many of them didn't leave any track, but I remember some fates. Recently, I remembered about one woman. Her name was Sveta and she was a striking example of a drug addict, who would sell her own mother and kids for the dose.
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23.11.2012 08:20 Day 71
I have nothing to say anymore
I’ve been staying at home for three weeks already, I don’t want to go out. I don’t know what I want from my life. I have no goal, no plans and hopes. I got used to live the day, but now even this day doesn’t make me feel happy.
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19.11.2012 13:59 Day 69
Father
We stopped living with my father, when I was 2 years old. He was very jealous, drank hard and beat mom every day. He didn’t let her work. She had to hide her face and hair under the kerchiefs because of his jealousy. Mom’s brothers punished him for this couple of times, beat him to death, but when sobered up, he came back, went on his knees, repented, and she forgave him again. The city in Ural, where we used to live, was very small, so everyone knew each other. That time it was a shame to remain alone with two kids.
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16.11.2012 11:49 Day 66
Mother
Tomorrow is the anniversary of my mother’s death. 14 years have passed from her death and for all these years I have been tormented by my guilt to her. 10 years ago I used to ask her for forgiveness every single day. There was no day that I didn’t think of her. For the last four years, it became better, she seemed to forgive me or perhaps she sees that I changed and live the different life.
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14.11.2012 14:46 Day 64
Alone
Once in the morning the juvenile inspector woke me and mom up. He told me that guys, passed from our house and stole the pots from the neighbor’s one. We were taken to the commission. I was calm and I couldn’t even imagine that I might have problems. I was 11, and I’ve never thought that I can be taken away from home.
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12.11.2012 08:45 Day 62
Jail
Having spent two months in the jail, I was taken to the women´s colony. I was a bit scared, but having passed the two -month course, I was already brave enough. The colony shocked me by its darkness. Everyone was wearing black clothes, white kerchieves and labels with the names,terms of imprisonment and the date of release from prison.
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