BORROWED TIME (Chapt 14)
I started to count the seconds, measuring time it would take to break out of the work shop, reach the gates, for the guards to react. I`ve concidered which days were the fattest guards on duty, who were less likely to start running after us.
My new Georgian friends agreed to join me with joy, seeing as there was no light at the end of the tonnel. I felt like I was doing it for a noble cause, plusI was not about to miss a summer, being locked up.
It went smoother than I could have imagined- the fat guards never even tried to chase after us, istead going for a minivan, parked on the far side of the yard. My condition was worthless- I`ve lost my breath completely after only a few hundred meters and stopped. Luckily the prison`s van speeded by, while I was standing behind the bushes on the sidewalk, bent in two. My escapee friends met me at the centrall station a few minutes later, being alot faster than me.
After hiding out in a small park, we took a bus to the nearest big town, still wearing prison uniforms. Noone seemed to care that it had “Criminal Ward” written all over.
My jail bird friends had some connections. Those turned out to be two Iranian guys, who offered a place to stay and hasch untill I puked. They also could fix excelletnt quality passports , registered to more or less any nationality for a decent price, so my Russian palls were set. It was exilirating to break free- the best kick I could remember in years, made even better by the thought that I`ve helped two allmost innocent men. We exchanged numbers and I took a train home. I had about a thousand and a half dollars stashed, all I needed to do was to break into my own safe, since the keys were left back in jail. After I realised that the safe itself was alot more valuble, being from 1800-th and as tall as me.
Still time is money and I wasn`t about to wait another half a year, becides there was some dope in there as well. With some help from my safe-breaking proffesionall friend, we were set to party.
Few days later I got a call from one of the guy`s girlfriends, to inform me that both of them got busted and are back in jail. That was strange- no one was coming after me, and I was living at my usuall address. I was not worried, having cash and drugs, I was partying like I never have before, so much infact, that I can not recall a single day. Money runned out fast and I was on my way to the nearest prison, with my rectum full of speed, hasch and pills. I was held in there for a few days, getting high to a near dellirium, staying awake all of the time, drawing policemen beating hippie-like girls into a pulp with the new telescopic bats. On their helmets were swasticas. Then I was taken to the fortress- an old prison for much tuffer croud, than I was used to up till now. Punishment for the prison brake- 2 weeks extra. Even that was somewhat against the rules, since escapee is not to blame according to Swedish criminal justice system at the time, but I guess they`ve figured out that I was an accomplice to the two Geoprgians, since they didn`t speak neither Swedish nor English.
I still had drug charges pending and things were looking bad…
