My cellmate — a mentally ill Polish man from the next solitary cell — turned out to be more humane than the people I fought with and the police officers who arrested me. When we were finally free, he simply came up to me and gave me a hug.

The funniest and saddest part is that I couldn’t do my duolingo while I was in jail — and you just can’t explain to the police that the owl is being toxic to me

After everything, I’ve been scheduled to meet with the prosecutor in three months.
Welcome to the Netherlands.