And I’m back in the punishment cell (SHIZO, a disciplinary isolation cell in Russian prisons). I just did 12 days there, and now they’re giving me another 14. The reason: I refused to wash a fence. I mean, I get that painting a fence and feeling like Tom Sawyer is kind of fun. But washing a fence, in my view, is complete nonsense. So here I am again, sitting on a stool in my 6 square meters. The only things I have with me are a mug — 1, a book — 1. But I’m used to it by now. I don’t understand people who need any other possessions for a full life 😉