Zhodzina (prison) is not the most comfortable place to be. Thirty-six completely different men, whom I might never have met on any other occasion. The forced companionship was, in its own way, very fascinating. Of course, there were some grim moments, too. Toward the end, some inmates began to be released, others were still left inside, all at random. The day before we were released we did not know if we were going to be released or not, and we did not know where the other people were going. The last people who stayed in our cell, including me, had a hard time psychologically staying in the dark, those 24 hours of waiting really broke us down. I watched as guys, who were cold-blooded, calm, and all five days had very calmly reacted to any situation, really lose it. Three out of five really panicked. A man who lay on the bed suddenly jumped up, started screaming, banging on the door, wailing. I watched as the person became really hysterical. I had never seen such manifestations before.
Immediately when you come out, you get out of a very bad and unpleasant situation. It ends, and you think that's it — you're on the bright side, it was just a bad dream. At first, you don't think about any kind of mental state analysis at all. As soon as I got home, I lay down on the bed, on the big, soft bed... Alone, with no strange man next to me. Of course, it was happiness. Just a bed, but what joy in life! In fact, there was a logic to it: you had just been, literally three minutes ago, in jail and didn't know when you were going to get out. No one explained anything, no one told you anything. How will you get home? Will there be anyone waiting for you outside? And then you get out, everyone is there. And all that former gloomy entourage disappears in an instant, at the snap of a finger. It's just that instantaneous flip-flopping from one reality to another is so overwhelming that you psychologically find yourself in a much more comfortable situation. What's there to complain about? It's okay!