Thoughts in Jail. Goodbye this land, hello future, or lack of it. Arrest for nothing, handcuffs, police and the judgment: 100 years for murder. I am lost, where am I? Is it street, river, forest? It is jail, jail cell, freezing temperature, one door to the toilet, one door to the hell or to heaven. I want to get some sleep, but the light is above, and cold floor is the mattress. One hour of standing, one hour of sitting. My fingers are cold, but the heart beats like crazy. Am I sleeping or dreaming? Am I dead or alive? Where is love? Where is justice? Where is my wife and my children? I see you at night, and the eyes of the children. Boats, train, air are waiting, Unknown star is lighting for me. Don’t ask me, please don’t ask. I am lost because of you. I want to sing, but I can’t, simply can’t. I am lost , yes, I am lost. I look at you, and I realize that I am lost, real lost. Only you and nothing more, nothing matters. I know, we will fly, we will fly over field, over rivers, and oceans. We will appeal this false allegations, hire good lawyers, and get compensation. It is time to leave this land for the future, enough of the fights, enough of misunderstanding. Let’s go to Paris, Let’s go to Europe, lets go to our place, where we are not actors.

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