17th October 2008
middle of the afternoon. It's only a few days ago that I attempted suicide have written. This morning began like any other on lockdown. Everyone got ready for a shower. While showering one of the officers looked in George (Gigi) Whitaker's cell and ran. I do not know what he did, but Gigi was brought to the hospital or the psychiatric ward. I think he has lost control. Last night was executed, and Gigi Stone was Stein's neighboring cells. You can imagine that they have often maintained, food shared and have been close, especially under these circumstances. They have known for years, but I think they were never as close as in the past few days.
A week ago, I almost Gigi wrote about. I stood at my door and waited for the post. Gigi was Hofkäfig when he got his mail and I saw how he opened a letter and began to read. I turned around to see if the guard comes in the mail in my direction, but he was not in my area. I looked back to Gigi and he had laid the letter. He quickly went to the opposite bars. I could see him as he lays his hands on the bars and began to sob. I just stood there. I felt stunned.
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