By Mordechai Vanunu
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 times,
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 not
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 Holocaust,
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.