Today, after the control, a police officer came in with a huge wooden mallet. He silently approached the bars, punched it a few times with force and left. Just checking the bars...

Today it became clear that the entire wing is 'frozen' - communication between cells is forbidden, we can't leave the huts, the 'watcher' doesn't walk around to check our needs, etc.

In the middle of the corridor sits a committeeman and controls everything. None of my inmates remember anything like this before - such lifelessness and silence in the prison, and the two of them have been  sentenced 7 times  between them- always ending up in the same facility...