Chapter 31 Figon George

My friend George Figon was thirty-five when he was released with a commuted sentence.Between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five, he spent fourteen years and seven months in prison.There's always something in his story that I can't stand, and that's his end, his death.I'm here to bring up an old story again, and I want to talk about this person.When Figon was released and set free, there had been a few happy weeks.Suddenly, something went wrong again.One day, troubles fell on him, and from then on no matter where he was, he couldn't get rid of them.There is no way.Until his death, it was for this reason that he asked the police to execute him.Figon died in desperation, he knew that being arrested and imprisoned was transferred outside the prison, that release was of no use to him, and that it was impossible to tell people who had never been in prison about it, prison, this deprivation, That's it.Figon emerges from Frennes Prison in an irrevocable loneliness.We listened to him, talked for hours, for days and nights, but he was not unaware that the story that had always haunted Figon disappeared from us as soon as our excitement had passed.Because there must undoubtedly be common ground in life between the person who has experienced it and the person who listens to it, such as work, occupation, morality, politics to which he belongs, and so on.Figon, he's been writing a book about prisons, and if that's the case, his readers must also be the prisoners he knows in prisons.Prison and life in freedom, though related, have no common ground, similarities, and are even far apart.Even sleep is different, and reading is also different.If Figon was happy, it was when he was in prison, where he had worked as a librarian and planned to write a book about the burglary of a prison cell.To write such a book, in his view, society must be changed.Figon failed, and therefore had to die.He died for failing to spread his knowledge of the prison to others.Figon gave an extremely accurate description of the daily living conditions of those confined in prisons. He was the first of all the members of the prisons in which he lived, from judges to prosecutors. learn.But to no avail, it didn't work.The bad thing was Figon's faithful sincerity to the events involved, Figon's purity, no doubt about it.He fell deeply into the truth of the facts, the quagmire of reality and couldn't extricate himself, he was destroyed.If Figon avoided his own experience and designed something else, especially if he removed his personal color, maybe he would not die of despair.He should use means to modify what he has received for others.His daily life of freedom dragged him back into the daily life of the prison.What he is afraid of is forgetting.There is no doubt that in the reality of prisons there is a kind of test similar to the test required to join the sect and those of us so-called "respectable people" who require a test that is indeed quite different.I can still recall the details.Even a trivial request has to be shouted, threatened, and time consuming to get.For thirty years, there have been no televisions or radios in prisons. I believe that only cigarettes can be sold to prisoners.That's all.

① Latin, this article means resume. After writing the above text and rereading it, I want to write a few more sentences.I said that Figon had never been happy except in prison—and I should add that after freedom he still expected the happiness in prison.Freedom, he had experienced in Freine Prison.To experience the happiness of freedom without being in prison, happiness is lost and does not exist.Things may always be like this.