I open my eyes and see the pale sun come through the straw ceiling of this hut which is my cell. Bamboo bars for a door, and no windows. I'm here because i wanted to, and also because I deserve it.

Yes, yesterday I purposedly walked into a shop in Helsinki, took a coke and decided not to pay for it. It just seemed to be the smart thing to do. I know of friends which were doing exactly the same in other parts of town: we had an arrangement, evidently.

Strangely, I don't exactly remember how I got here, and I don't care. It seems just so obvious: crime - prison. I'm not bothered by the fact this is like a tropical village in the jungle, it's just there.

Life in prison is hard, of course, but being with friends helps: i meet some colleagues, dear friends and even the odd high school mate.

Until I woke up this morning, i had a very nice time, in the finnish tropical prison huts.