We all had different shifts depending on our jobs. Our weekday routine after wake-up: All prisoners in the Yard by 6:30 for twenty minutes of exercise in the bitter cold. We’d be out there doing arm circles, ’60s-style calisthenics, while shaking snow off our head wraps. Then it was over to breakfast by 6:55, with a timed twelve minutes for your meal, to ensure all eight hundred of us got served before work. After porridge, we raced back to our quads for roll call.
