A Letter home

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Dear family!

Mum, dad, you can’t believe what I just been through. I have been insulted into my bare soul. They convicted me to death for something I could never even think of. They thought I had killed my wife. My own wife for God's sake… I would never hurt her in any way and you know it.
But anyway, they sent me to this fearful prison even tough they lacked out of evidence. I was put into their deepest dungeon. It was the most terribly place I have ever been to. When I first entered the gate of the prison I was terrified and I couldn’t help crying. A smell of rotten meat and mouldy hay filled the air.
A muscular prison guard forced me down many levels under the ground and when we finally stopped he showed me the cell where I was supposed to stay till the hanging. The guard chained me close to the wall, next to a thin old man who looked ready to die.
When the guard left and his torch stopped lightening up the room it became all black. You couldn’t see your own hand if you held it in front of your face.
It was awesome mum! They treated us like animals down there. The food they gave us looked like it already had been consumed and then thrown up again. There was no light and all the other prisoners couldn’t stop complaining and that was driving me mad.
After three days the old man next to me stopped making noises, he was dead. The guards didn’t care for several days and his corpse started to decay. And the smell! It was outrageous…
You know, I couldn’t count the days down there but I think five days had gone when suddenly two extremely big guards came in and unchained me. They dragged me up without saying a single word. Outside it was early noon and the sunlight, which I hadn’t seen for some days, was too strong for my eyes, it became dizzy and I lost conscious.

When I wake up I found myself lying on a floor of dry mud in a small room. It was still some light outside, I could see that through a window. Then I noticed that there was somebody else in the room, sleeping in one of the corners. I black man. He had a wound in his head and on the floor under the head it was a large red pool. I didn’t manage to check if he was dead because when I was going to the door opened. In came a black-dressed man in the age of thirty. He was a priest and he said that this was my last chance to get forgiven by God. But what was I’m going to be forgiven for? I hadn’t committed any crime. He also told me that I was going to be hanged tomorrow morning.

By now you should wonder how the heck I survived the hanging? Well they woke me up early in the morning, forced me up on the wagon and I was to be transported in to the market.
In the middle of the market the huge gallows was placed. I was shocked and couldn’t say a word, all I could think of was how unfair this was. “My lovely wife is dead and I am going to be blamed”.
And then I stood there with the rope around my neck, having all the people throwing rotten vegetables and making fun of me. But then, when I was falling down and the rope got stretch, the gallows broke, yes it really broke and I smacked down on the ground still able to breathe.
And I gues...