A Foundation volunteer Yulia Syrykh collected and delivered parcels for people sent to prisons and isolation wards because of their civil position. For the past 4 and a half months, our comrade-in-arms has been in trouble herself. November 26 is Yulia's birthday. Here are her rules for life in captivity.
A prison is a prison. But, moreover, we are not in Norway.
Time passes slowly in prison. Here, the main thing is to keep yourself busy - learning English, writing dictations with the girls, and playing quizzes. But still, there is not enough movement.
Lights out here at 10 p.m., and home, I was starting to have supper this time. But the houses were not raised three times a night with an inspection.
Don't worry about me - it's not so scary here. It is creepy when good is smeared with mud, people lie, and do not blush when people lose honor and conscience. But it will not affect us.
It's hard here with letters. Sometimes they come, sometimes they don't. There are letters from strangers, and I'm so happy about that. I didn't expect such a great library in prison. I read a lot, although it is harmful to the eyes, there are a lot of new books here.
We have a TV in our cell. We watch the news. Some things amuse us.
I was sick with the "covid". I don't know how in freedom, but in prison, there is a terrible disease. The smells are back, but not the same as before. The girls are encouraging - they say they will recover.
I like to drive. That's why I worked in a taxi. But, I miss the car and the freedom it gives.
Once I used to make canned vegetables and fruit. I remember that you lose weight in the summer so that you cannot look at them. But in the winter - mmm ... just delicious.
I didn't have time to visit the EU countries. So, if there is an opportunity - please send photos of some interesting places. I will look, I will admire. It would even be interesting to see on freedom, and even more so in prison.
There are beautiful people around me. This is a feature of our prisons, I guess. We talk a lot, listen to each other, take care of each other. Only now do I feel sorry for my family and my son. For them, of course, this is a blow. There are thoughts that I will not see my mother.
I think I'm here for some reason. Most likely for some conclusion. Such a school of life. Yakub Kolas and many other famous people were sitting here in 1908. "Better to serve three years in prison than to be a bastard for a minute."
Even though our life is difficult now, there is a ray of light ahead. Everything will be fine, if not today, then tomorrow!
Each person needs to understand that somebody thinks about him and takes care of him somewhere out there.
Friends, please, give Yulia a piece of your kindness - write a letter. There is always a chance that it will break through concrete walls and hearts of stone and reach the addressee. Julia is looking forward to letters from the outside.
Correspondence address: Yulia Eduardovna Syrykh. SIZO-1. 220030, Minsk, st. Volodarsky, 2.
A prison is a prison. But, moreover, we are not in Norway.
Time passes slowly in prison. Here, the main thing is to keep yourself busy - learning English, writing dictations with the girls, and playing quizzes. But still, there is not enough movement.
Lights out here at 10 p.m., and home, I was starting to have supper this time. But the houses were not raised three times a night with an inspection.
Don't worry about me - it's not so scary here. It is creepy when good is smeared with mud, people lie, and do not blush when people lose honor and conscience. But it will not affect us.
It's hard here with letters. Sometimes they come, sometimes they don't. There are letters from strangers, and I'm so happy about that. I didn't expect such a great library in prison. I read a lot, although it is harmful to the eyes, there are a lot of new books here.
We have a TV in our cell. We watch the news. Some things amuse us.
I was sick with the "covid". I don't know how in freedom, but in prison, there is a terrible disease. The smells are back, but not the same as before. The girls are encouraging - they say they will recover.
I like to drive. That's why I worked in a taxi. But, I miss the car and the freedom it gives.
Once I used to make canned vegetables and fruit. I remember that you lose weight in the summer so that you cannot look at them. But in the winter - mmm ... just delicious.
I didn't have time to visit the EU countries. So, if there is an opportunity - please send photos of some interesting places. I will look, I will admire. It would even be interesting to see on freedom, and even more so in prison.
There are beautiful people around me. This is a feature of our prisons, I guess. We talk a lot, listen to each other, take care of each other. Only now do I feel sorry for my family and my son. For them, of course, this is a blow. There are thoughts that I will not see my mother.
I think I'm here for some reason. Most likely for some conclusion. Such a school of life. Yakub Kolas and many other famous people were sitting here in 1908. "Better to serve three years in prison than to be a bastard for a minute."
Even though our life is difficult now, there is a ray of light ahead. Everything will be fine, if not today, then tomorrow!
Each person needs to understand that somebody thinks about him and takes care of him somewhere out there.
Friends, please, give Yulia a piece of your kindness - write a letter. There is always a chance that it will break through concrete walls and hearts of stone and reach the addressee. Julia is looking forward to letters from the outside.
Correspondence address: Yulia Eduardovna Syrykh. SIZO-1. 220030, Minsk, st. Volodarsky, 2.
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