A classic case of celebrating too soon. It’s almost funny that one of the charges I’m serving time for is contempt of court. Because if anyone is truly wiping their feet on the court, it’s our prison system. On August 4, I was given a new sentence. As required, the judge wrote in the verdict: “Arrest Navalny, take him into custody in the courtroom.” It sounds bizarre, since I’m already in prison. But arrest is a slightly different legal status. It means, among other things, that from that moment until I’m transferred to a new special-regime penal colony, decisions about my visits and phone calls are made by the court, not the colony administration. To the Moscow City Court’s credit, they authorized a phone call to my wife and mother, and a visit with my mother and father. I was overjoyed: I’d get to see my parents. And I hadn’t spoken to Yulia and the children for almost a year and a half. But I celebrated too soon. After looking over the court papers, the management of my colony said: we don’t give a damn about your Moscow court and its paperwork. They can put 100 stamps on it for all we care. We’ve decided you’re getting no visits, no phone calls, and no parcels. And having said that, just to drive the point home, they sent me back to the SHIZO (punishment cell) for the 19th time. That brings my total to 220 days, which I’m keeping count of. So now I’m sitting in the hole and thinking: they didn’t allow the visits, they didn’t allow me to call my wife. But I’m still the one doing time for contempt of court.