Recreation Facility
On one of dragging on similar days a lawyer arrived at my remote corrective facility in Syktyvkar. To get there, to find the way, to stand in a queue to be granted a permission to visit the defendant is a heroic deed and even a mighty Hercules would experience difficulties coping with it.
Owing to the incredible remoteness, our meetings were infrequent and, therefore, so significant. In fact, it was the only opportunity to exchange information, all new issues and experiences. A meeting with the lawyer meant hope for the better, a wind of freedom and news from home.
Certainly, it was silly to hope, which was confirmed by my lawyer, but hope is something you cannot get rid of, the emotion is a driver for one to take a risk and do really stunning things, which an averag
