Solitary confinement is living in a grave
to live alone is living with yourself, talking to yourself in your mind
remembering yourself in the past, living the past in the present, living
the past many
In the present time you are Dead. A dead man walking in his grave. To be
alive is to be free.
Here I am a blind man
my eyes, walls, can see
eight years far away from trees, flowers, sea, women, birds -freedom.
Now iron gates, doors, grills, cement in this concrete world solidifying
me. Only my mind, my spirit is free-free to remember why I am in prison but
prison for my spirit, they cannot chain my mind.
And I am free to keep my belief
in my action against all psychological brainwash until I can fly from this
state prison - until my dead body will rise again from this tomb like an
agent who came back from the cold to serve the world in the war against nuclear
nuclear proliferation, against nuclear secrets...
to be free to live to be alive...
Far Green wrote a poem dedicated to Mordechai Vanunu --- this was his response.