At last! The end of a lockdown.
I knew the end of lockdown was coming. I was prepared for it. The day, the day, the very day that it would all be lifted from me! And I would rise like a flower that had been kept out of the sun, as if under a bucket!
I would be woken at 4.45am for the end of my lockdown. There’d be a ceremony. I would be marched to the front office. I would take off all of my prison blues and underwear and would stand naked before a screw. The screw would examine me, front and back. I would be given the clothes I’d arrived in some months before. Then given breakfast in a room by myself, unable to say goodbye to any of the trusted friends I had made while locked down.
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On the morning the lockdown actually ended for me I was unfortunate in having Mr Atkinson, cook and screw, in charge of my release. He was a very tall Scotsman who hated Jews. Convinced I was one of them, he tortured me whenever he got the chance. Now, looking at my penis, he could see if I had the cut. He touched me, played with it. And then said “A bloody Jew without a cut.”
But he had been overheard. The screw that was actually going to take me to the station for the train to London was the screw who had signed me in for my ‘short, sharp shock’. For my detention centre, boot camp hell. Now he came upon the Scottish anti-Semite and blew up.