Dear Wendy,

I am truly sorry for what I have done and I hope that you can survive without me. They have been treating us poorly, but I expected no more. I have been working hard in the fields, breaking rocks and I can sometimes hear the clank of the trapdoor and the screams of people getting hung or of people getting lashed.

There is an awful smell coming from the left of the cell. The food is not much different from the food that you cook for me at home, it tastes like garbage, it also tastes like the smell coming from the left of my cell.

We have to wear these raggedy old clothes. I am feeling sad as I am being hung tomorrow. I won't be able to write to you again and I wish that I could see you just one more time before I go. I hope that the kids are well and are going to be able to cope without their father. I will not be able to hear any of your voices again. I will not be mad or sad if you marry again, all I want is for you to be happy.

We wake up at about 6:00 am and have porridge for breakfast and once we have finished we are sent out to work on the fields, then after about 2-3 hours of work, we are sent back to our cells for lunch and then after lunch we are sent back out to the fields to work again and after about 3-4 hours of work we are sent back to our cells for tea and the remainder of the night. We are sometimes allowed to borrow a book from the prison library and are allowed to read it whenever we are in our cells. We are allowed to write letters every three months or we can borrow a book or we can pray to God in the prison church.

Sometimes during the day we are sent to a big treadmill and are forced to run on it. I have seen many people get broken legs or broken arms from falling over on the treadmill. I have to go now, but I hope that you have liked hearing from me one last time.

Bye, love from Daniel.