It was another exhausting day. My room door was often (but not always) locked regardless of where I was or where my room mate, alleged Serial Thief was. It was really inconvenient. Sometimes, Ms Serial Thief was in my room with all my stuff and the door was locked. I could not get in. I had to go to the guards' station to ask one of them to come to open the door. I was worried about my stuff in the locked room where Ms S T was and no one else could entre. What an arrangement... For the last couple of days, I have been writing my submissions for the final hearing in the Federal Court. I am trying to finish it off before the first return. Then I will be ready for the hearing to go to pick up my little guinea pig. This place is unbearable not only because of the absence of my little piggie boy but because of the people here. One of the guards said that the demogra...
100 days in the Villawood Immigration Detention Centre