Not to keen on the word slave, guys that have messed up in the day or weekend and having to do some crap jobs in my eyes are not slaves! Don't no how it works now but in jail over in Calvi we had this open tipping truck with 2 big ropes that you grabbed and sort of balanced at the end of the wagon going round doing the bins, at that time the jail uniform was old kit always to big and you had to tie them up at the waste, but you messed up and just got on with it, think my positive approach to if you can’t do the time don’t mess up was a savour but kid you not I did some hard jail. In Djibouti never forgetting getting told their was no Paris Match no news and he would break me, at the time it was murder but looking back I smile and think what a prick I was but hey the electric soup can change a man!
Best job was mess over near the train track they put the glasses and plates on a sort of belt that sort of passed via a bin area and sink for slops, half empty glasses of wine, bottles any green will tell you that’s seen when they get the booze out it used to flow I lasted 35min necked everything in a bottle and glass I thought fu-k it I was in jail only get bit more and a bust up with the turnkeys, was took back over the main road in a wheelbarrow and dumped at the steps to the big cell. Will tell the rest another time but I realise some of you might be more into war and tactics I’m sort of old reflecting on my achievements and why I kept on messing up till in my mid 30s
I also no to some of our older members I am quite young reflecting