Отправлено 10 апреля 2009 - 00:32
My hands are shaking and thoughts are trembling, while I am writing this letter. Total frustration makes my write these words. I was trying for three weeks, just did hope to get stronger. But now my patience is over, can’t stand it anymore. I just can t live this live here anymore. I d like to get asleep and never wake up in this hell again. I did hope, that my old friends and relatives will take me out of here. But they have their own problems… With my life filosophy I don’t become attached to people and don’t attach them to myself..
I am a free traveller-filosopher, who is learning culture, traditions & internal structure of modern society. I am making researches in different countries and nations who settle these areas. Hopefully once my book will become a result of all this research. It will be an illustrated practical manual , describing the most effective models of surviving and existing in totally different conditions of our planet – from extreme wilderness to models of wealthy prosperity in big cities with minimum loss of our short lifetime in this wonderful , cruel and scaring world.
Now I am in prison in Indonesia , Medan city . On my thirtieth birthday the unknown local put 5 gr of pot into my backpack and called the police . Of course, now it is already impossible to prove anything . It s a heavy punishment here for carrying only a small amount of marihuana , though the main aim is the money , not justice..
It didn’t interest my lawyer ( which costed 500 dollars) that police was searching in my bag without any witnesses and then the evidence was stored in old cigarettes pack without even putting a seal on it . His only goal was to get a money . We took this lawyer, who is also chairman of Medan lawyers board, because the previous one asked 3500 dollars. Sure it was a mistake, but now it is too late. Local lawyers are busy just with taking money from the victims. I learned all this just through body-language, while talking with other prisoners.
I am sure that the drug was put into my backpack before search, not during it , cause policemen who were waiting for me , have already known what they need to look for . Though with their working mode they could change the pot in their cigarette pack by any stuff. There is no justice here, just the matter of money…
The things are much more complicated because of the language barriers , and the police don’t seem to care about that. The only friend who doesn’t leave me alone is my hitch-hike partner Eugenia from Saint-Petersburg , Russia. This poor girl still tries to help me in this city, far-far away from home. She is bringing me the food into the prison, every day. Though, she couldn t manage to to find people who are able and want to help. One guy, that I thought is a friend of mine was sending me SMS the whole week, then wanted to send me some money, but finally flew to Thailand and forgot the whole matter. So except of Eugenia, there is no one here to help me.
So Eugenia is running to the shops to buy me some food for the prison, and visiting the corrupted officials, wasting the last money. My lawyer is telling me every single time, how bad is my situation and how hard his work is, and that he needs a lot of money to manage this process. No one is ready to help her, neither by doing anything, nor financially. I asked all my friends and relatives, but no one could, they all have their own troubles.
Only one friend returned me her old debt, adding some money from herself. Totally I collected 1200 USD. This money is on the western union account now, not for the lawyer, but to bribe the corrupted police officials.
This money is not enough to buy the freedom even for the locals, of course not for the foreigner. No one would believe, that the foreigner doesn t have money. For a long time I tried to believe and hope, probably for too long. Maybe I should write earlier, maybe never. The only thing I can do now, it s just to believe…
I never asked for material help from unknown people. But now there is no other way, and I m crying “SOS”, as long as I am able to do that. The time is running, and the delay of bribe to police make it harder to get out of here. It is silly to rely on my government, it won t help me. Anyway, the embassies were informed by Medan police, and the people, who try to help me.
If the police won t get their money, they will just leave me in the prison for years. In that case they just show, that under the low everyone is the same, the foreigner and the local.
But there is still the solution, I believe. I believe in kind people, believe that I’ll get help. Otherwise it has no sense for me to live in this terrible soulless world. So for a meanwhile I am rotting in this hell for 4 weeks already without fresh air, sky and sun .
Our messy hot sell, impregnated by excrements ,has 6 sq. From time to time they pack here more than 20 persons. Some of newcomers vomit because of stress and stink. When cellmates manage to get some coins – guards can bring a pot of rotten rice, which we eat with the hands. There is not enough food and people fight for it. The most active ones are beaten by guards. Once a day guards switch on the water and we have to struggle to fill up the bottle . As there is not enough place to sleep on the flour, we do it by turn.
Probably my lifestyle didn’t let me to get enough friends who would get attached to me enough. Now you are my only hope, the people, who I don t know, brothers with the same philosophy. Desperately I ask for help. Please save me ! There are no forces anymore..
I don’t know what else I can write. I have no one to rely on – just you !!
Here are my friend’s phone numbers , who will help to gather money and send them to my companion Evgenia , because the bank commission makes the transfer of small amounts of money senseless .
Moscow . Farruh.
+7926 346 91 37
Yandex money : 41001343544415
Web-money Z530161642779
Saint-Petersburg . Elena
+7 921 926 44 66
Indonesia. Medan . Evgenia.
+62 87 868 302 290
PS My friend Evgenia still have a valid visa , but she will have to leave me very soon . Her mother is ill and she has to go home…
PPS its not deception and I’m not drug addicted .
PPPS If anyone can post this message in any forums and communities – ill be very thankfull .
I have just one more week , may be 2 . Then I’ll be sent to big prison , what will decrease my chances for bribing my way out or increase the cost.
I hope and believe in your mercy .
This message is posted and translated by my friends .