They sometimes close their personal lives. Alex, Greenpeace activist, today writes me this letter and I only translate you because his feelings are part of my dreams and life.
Hi José
Antonio,
I trembled
as I walked through the grounds of Murmansk prison on 26 September.
Inmates
watched me and the arrival of the other 29 notorious new prisoners
through their cell windows. It was pitch black outside, but the prison was
alive. Alive with the sound of barking dogs, prison alarms and prisoners
shouting through their barred windows.
A guard
handed me a plastic mug, a tin steel bowl, a spoon, a folded up mattress and a
sheet. That’s all I had, that and a toothbrush and a book in my pocket, when
the guards closed the steel green door on me. The sound of the slamming door
echoed throughout the corridor. I was alone and afraid.
As days in
prison passed I became stronger. As weeks passed I became hopeful. In
prison they take away your freedom, your dignity and your family but they can’t
take away hope. That’s the one thing they couldn’t touch and I wouldn’t let
them.
I saw my
lawyer twice a week. During those visits he would pass on news, news that
helped me understand how big our case was. He may have been pretty bleak about
the Russian legal system but he was always positive about the international
attention and support we were receiving. After our visits I would have a skip
to my step and I looked forward to passing these bits of gold dust onto my
friends. It felt good to pass on hope. It also felt good that we were not
alone.
I couldn’t
sleep the night before my bail hearing. I was too excited. I had spent the previous
night feeling incredibly sad after hearing Colin had been sentenced to an extra
three months in prison. Now I was in awe and dumbstruck as I watched the recent
turn of events, my friends, one by one, receiving bail on the news.
I went to
court feeling pretty hopeful that morning and I waited impatiently as the
veredict was finally translated: I had received bail. I laughed in delight and
the court room full of reporters and Greenpeace volunteers erupted in applause.
Moments later, I was jumping up and down hugging my friends Faiza and Anne
inside a dark, smokey holding cell.
Since
leaving Russia I have been reunited with my family. Seeing them for the first
time since prison at St Pancras was very emotional. We hugged, laughed, cried
and hugged some more. I have enjoyed the simple but incredibly precious
pleasures in life such as taking a walk in the countryside, having a drink with
friends and seeing the stars twinkle at night. Now life feels quite strange.
It’s definitely quieter as we’re not the focus of so much media attention and
the stress of facing seven years in prison has been alleviated.
Thirty of
us were locked up following a peaceful protest against the world’s first oil
platform to drill in the icy waters of the Arctic. Those 64 days in a prison
cell were undoubtedly the hardest days of my life but I have never felt as
proud as I did then.
I took
action on the Arctic Sunrise because I don’t want a melting Arctic, oil spills
in ice and an unlivable planet to be my legacy for my children. I felt the
luckiest person on Earth when I stepped on board the Arctic Sunrise back in
September because I had been given an opportunity to do something that
mattered.
Now, I feel
even luckier. Your support means my 29 friends and I are free, your support
also means my time in prison wasn’t spent in vain.
Thank you
for standing up for me and for the Arctic.
Alex – one
of the Arctic 30
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