1989, April
Dear Diary:
Everything happened fifteen years ago...Those were the worst moments that I went through in my life. I just want to change my life and go back to Ireland. One day I was down the street and found the keys of a prostitute’s house and of course, I was tempted and entered to look around. There, I stole some of the money that she had in her bedroom and I came back home after buying some extravagances. When I thought that my life was at its height it became a living hell, because some IRA soldier put a f****** bomb in a pub that killed five people and injured some more. The police officers arrested me and I was so angry!
They tied me to a chair and started to beat me, they pushed my hair, pushed my ears to make me confess the crime and I just thought: “What going on?”, “This world is crazy” and I was very furious and irritated with them. But the worst thing was when they threatened my father to death. When the stupid officer said that, I just started to scream and I wanted to kill him with my bare hands. After this mess I signed the damn confession and the f****** guys got what they wanted.
The day of the first trial arrived and as expected I was considered guilty...the jail was waiting for me. In the jail I met some people, among them, one guy that was a little freak Rastafarian but cool and gave me a drug that made me forget all of this shit for a while. But, the worst part was when my father died, I was wield, angry, felt alone, without support, I was mad and knowing that the f****** government screwed my life, what made me even angrier.
But thank God there was a lawyer who helped me and when I arrived to the second trial she managed to prove my innocence and we were all considered not guilty. At that moment my soul swelled with happiness and freedom but there was still one thing to do: fight for my father’s innocence and restore the truth.
When I’ll achieve this goal I’ll be the happiest man in the world, proud to be free in the name of my father.