I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.


Letter to his mother, 10 May 1928


I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.

I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.

I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.

I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.