Letter 102

30 June 2016

Dear C,

It's 8.15 PM here. I'm already locked up in my tiny, little cell listening to my radio and thinking of you. How are you, baby...? I spoke to my mother a few days ago and I asked of you. I normally try not to do so, as it triggers a lot of pain which I have to deal with on my own later. But this time I asked and she told me that you were doing fine. She must have checked your Facebook status or something and translated one of your posts.

She said you were back in the hospital for some checkups and that you were on a drip again. It got me worried, but then I tried to explain it to myself, that you should be under strict observation by the doctors and that they know what they are doing. Please be healthy my love. I wish I knew how you were, but I understand that I am no longer in any position to request this from you. I had a little cry in my cell and then I got back to pretending that things were ok.

Everyone keeps talking about Brexit these days and it's becoming really boring now. However, it got me thinking. If I wasn't to be deported from the UK - I think I wouldn't feel that great here anymore. I mean it almost like these doors to become racist have been opened up very wide. So British people can spread their hatred towards immigrants. I never fell a victim of racism, but who knows what could happen now.

I started a new course here called Customer Service. It's pretty boring, but it keeps me away from my cell. Tony, the tutor is trying really hard to come across as a cool guy. Bless him. He is alright though. Steve and DJ are also on this course so it's ok.

Steve looks like he is going to fall into a coma most of the time and DJ looks like he is being given some secret revelations by the tutor about the universe and beyond! So funny. I just take it easy and mind my own business.

It's been really hot these days you know. Every building is boiling and it's hard to function. But who am I to complain?

I spoke to Jermaine a little bit today. He was talking about God and how special I am to God. Right! He keeps calling me a light carrier. It's funny. I like Jermaine, but all this hocus-pocus about God doesn't really appeal to me - even though I have the Bible which he gave me. I tried to read it, but man! It's ridiculous. Jermaine keeps telling me that my paintings are the reflection of how God speaks through me. I am not so sure about this. Although when I paint, I feel that inner peace and it's almost like some kind of light wraps its wings around me. I don't know. Maybe I'm just simply going insane.

Talking about art. I placed the order for some paintbrushes! I order 2 for watercolours and 1 for acrylic paints. Now I will save up for some watercolour paper. Yesterday I painted a dog.

I saw a photograph of it in some magazine here and I decided I'd paint it as it looked so cute. I actually love how it turned out. And I love blending colours. It's so hypnotic and really mesmerizing. I could just sit here and blend colours for hours! Literally.

This guy Jason keeps chatting me up all the time. I started feeling quite uncomfortable. The other day he came to my cell - as I was reading my book - and he just sat on the chair in front of my bed and stared at me. I didn't know what to do. Then he told me that I had beautiful eyes. I felt so uncomfortable. First of all, my eyes aren't beautiful. Second of all, he was definitely hitting on me. Luckily Ryan walked in and started talking some nonsense. Then Jason instantly left my cell. I mean he is a nice guy in his late twenties, but please - don't hit on me. I am not interested. Anyway, after he left, I had Ryan on my head, but luckily DJ came back to his cell so Ryan run to him. This place is mad.

The only guy who can be hitting on me it's you! But that is never going to happen...

Ok, I will wrap up here.

I miss you C.

Forever yours,

Sebastian