from instintosalvaje, transl. waronsociety
-Look-he tells me, coming close with his obese face, indignant and laughing-, look what’s left of the jam the vampires gave me…the jam given by the paco. And he shows me an aluminum colored bag of blackberry jam given out by the Gendarme in jail for breakfast, completely crumpled. And the pot-belly now laughs openly, ironically, while moving his head from side to side, as though he could not believe it. -The vampires, fuck me, look at how they are: like one with perpetually more years, someone who is a prisoner for life, who will die here- he says, hitting the yellow wall of the cell. He walks slowly to throw out the spent bag of fiscal jam, stopping to look at writing on the wall that reads: “My god, guard and bless this solitary delinquent. G.M.”
Hans Niemeyer Salinas High Security Prison (CAS)
