Thursday, 1 November 2012

(Day 104) Seoul Nambu Correctional Facility-day 9 D-147

sit-ups push-ups chairlifts
50 x 4 50 x 340 x 3

Breakfast skipped
Lunch rice & kimchi
cucumber kimchi
cabbage & tofu in hot water
marinated beef & cabbage
Dinnerrice & kimchi
kimchi & bean sprouts in hot water

My head feels much better this morning. It was excruciating last night. Having the lights on all night doesn't help.

Highlights of the day... I get a newspaper and now that I have a watch, I can make a schedule. We got new inmate workers today. I guess they switch them up every so often. I wonder if they get time off their sentences?

I haven't been eating the breakfast unless it has milk or bread and jam. I just can't bring myself to eat rice and kimchi and soup for breakfast, as well as both lunch and dinner. I also have not eaten the rice since I got here. I still write it down because it's a part of the meal and served, but I don't eat it. I never really liked or ate rice before, so I don't feel like I'm missing anything.

I was able to weigh myself when I took a shower yesterday and I've lost one kilogram without cutting back on my intake of any other food, so I was right-- rice was making me fat.

I was able to write a letter to my mom, but of course I can’t mail it until I get envelopes (ordered today) on Monday and stamps on Sunday. The purchasing system here is fucked up. I also seem to be running out of pens faster than I thought. Ballpoint pens seemed to last longer when I was younger or more likely, I didn't write as much. More pens and notebooks arrive Tuesday-- in 5 days. I should be okay until then. My exercise sessions are actually very interesting. Mr. K was a government diplomat during the administration of dictator Park Chung-Hee in the 70's. He's a piece of living history. His stories of living during that time are fascinating. Only in a Korean jail would I share a cell block with a disgraced government official accused of corruption from a time when it was the only way to survive. He talks about throwing money around in a way I just can't comprehend. Living in Switzerland and New York, the best resorts, casinos... And now he's in jail and it means nothing. For a Korean he hates the food as much as I do, only he hates it because he's used to eating at the best restaurants and best hotels all over the world. He’s a pretty cool guy for an old Korean ajjoshii. He told me to give him my contact info so he can stay in touch when/if he's ever released.

My daily schedule in prison:
  • 6:30 to 7:00 am: lights brighten, wake up, roll call, hot water delivery, item purchased, breakfast. 
  • 7:00 am: radio turns on 
  • 8:00 am radio turns off 
  • 8:15 am: some sort of announcement, second roll call 
  • 9:00 am: first exercise session (1/2 of the inmates in the cell block) 
  • 9:30 am: TV turns on, item delivery 
  • 10:00 am: second exercise (other ½ of inmates in cell block) 
  • 11:00 am: TV turns off, hot water delivery, newspaper 
  • 11:30 am: lunch 
  • 12:00 pm: radio turns on 
  • 1:00 pm: radio turns off 
  • 2:00 pm: TV turned on 
  • 3:00 pm: hot water delivery 
  • 4:00 pm: TV turns off 
  • 4:30 pm: hot water delivery 
  • 5:00 pm: another announcement, third and final roll call 
  • 5:30 pm: dinner, TV turns on 
  • 9:00 pm: TV turns off, yet another announcement 
  • 10:00 pm: lights dimmed, stare at the ceiling for the next several hours.