Lingyeon Maung Maung - Prison Escape

Can you help me escape from prison?

The first Monday morning of September 1965 was no different from any other Monday at One Woodscratch Prison in West London. The tinkling of the brass bell from the basement of the prison cell echoed throughout the vast, vast prison, like a shrill cry of command. The three hundred prisoners in this cell were rolling unconsciously on their beds, their eyes suddenly opening. It was 6:30 in the morning. Behind bars, a new day had begun.

I lay on my back in bed, staring at the white ceiling for a few minutes. The night guard had come in half an hour ago and turned on the light switch, and the bright light from the 60-watt bulb in the ceiling was very eye-catching in the early morning light. For a new prisoner in this prison, such trivial things were a source of attention for the first six months or so. But now, this has become so common to me that it no longer bothers me.

That's right. Now, I only have the last ten months of my prison sentence left. So this morning, as I lay comfortably in bed, I pondered over what had happened in the past and what would happen in the future.

If I have to admit the truth, I will be released from this prison when I am 32 years old. After that, I will have to spend exactly 9 years in prison in the outside world. Thinking about this, I realized the events of my past and the life that has led me to this point.

I thought for a long time not only about the events but also about the crimes I had committed.

The first thing that came to my mind was the incident when I ran away from school when I was 10 years old in the small town of “Linmaurice” (Ireland). The teachers who taught us at school were Christians, and I hated Christians from the bottom of my heart, so I started running away from school. At first, the school police chased the students who ran away with me and sent them back to school. As soon as we returned to school, the headmaster began to “scold” us mercilessly. However, I did not know what to fear, and the more I was beaten, the more my hatred for Christians grew. Finally, I

I couldn't stand the school life anymore and I had to run away from home. I had to sleep wherever I could find it, in haystacks, in rice fields, in empty sheds, and on empty train cars parked on railway tracks, which were used as shanty towns.

As I walked along, I would suddenly feel hungry. This “satisfaction” became the basis for my crime. As I was walking, a piece of bread placed on the back seat of a parked car on the side of the road turned a hungry and hungry young man like me into a shoplifter. In this way, one loaf of bread after another, one piece of food after another, we three runaways who had become shoplifters and thieves, finally ended up in the Linmarsh Juvenile Court, where they were told, “These children should not be allowed to commit such a depraved act.”

"The punishment should be severe enough. Therefore, the three of you must serve three years in Daeng Jin Prison."

"Deng Jin Prison"

Just hearing this name made our three runaways shiver down their spines. That's right. Dingin Prison, built near the village of Dingin in County Offaly, Ireland, is the equivalent of "Alcatraz" in the United States, where only the most notorious criminals are held.

Like a prison, it only accepts and holds the real criminals near Britain.

It is a very famous prison, just like the "Dapmu" prison.

My mother was crying bitterly. I noticed my older brother holding my shoulders gently, encouragingly.

I inadvertently became aware of the movements of the prisoner in the other cell. From his movements, I knew that he was urinating into a basin at the foot of his bed. I could lie in bed for another ten minutes. The guards would not unlock the cell door until 7 a.m. I would climb the ceiling.

Keep looking.

I was released from Daeng Jin Prison when it was time, but I was not released. Not only was I not released, but I was sent to England. This was not my fault, but because of my own evil nature. Not long after I was in prison, I was caught smuggling a wire machine and was even more guilty. Then I was arrested again for escaping from prison and was sent back to prison. When sentencing me for the escape, the judge said, “You must be kept under strict discipline. Therefore, I have ordered you to be sent to the juvenile prison.” However, in reality, I found that the authorities at the juvenile prison, called the Bostel, were not as cruel and compassionate as those at Daeng Jin Prison. So I was only imprisoned for 12 months before I was released.

At that time, I had to leave the past in the past. At that time, I was already 21 years old, and it was time to settle down in life.