(This is the 8th in a series of refections by women prisoners in Brazil and the fourth by Fifi. In this reflection, Fifi shares her feelings on her life in the Brazilian Prison and how prison life has made her more thankful for the small things inlife. Please think about and pray for the author “Fifi” and all the incarcerated women in São Paulo’s prisons. Fifi has given her permission to share her reflection via this blog post although her name has been changed. Additionally, I have made some small edits for readably and added my own words in parentheses.
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In the night I am thinking about my life. I miss Holland.
The freedom to do what you want and go where you want. Here you can only leave your cell when there is prison yard time, when you go to work or if you have to transit somewhere (like the medical unit or administration offices.)
That is when you are thankful for your life at home and for the luxury (of home) compared to prison
Here you learn to live differently. You are thankful (for the small things on the outside), what you have, to go shopping when you want, and eat what you want.
Prison has helped me to think of my life, what I will change, and what to be really thankful for. But everything happens for a reason.