Inside Australia's Immigration Detention

Last night at 1.20am, I was woken up by a guard.  The Property was  calling me.  Thank you very much for responding to my request after  the mid-night, bastard.  I could ignore the guard but I took the  opportunity since I had tried to access my belongings held by the  Property for the last three weeks in vain.   I took bottles of shampoo  etc to the Property to store in my suitcase.  I also checked both of my  bags (one is the suitcase and the other is my briefcase) held in the  Property.  I wanted to check whether my jewellery (although not really  much, basically my wedding ring which I thought I would sell when needed) was there.  Of course, that's gone. Now I know why the ABF officers who raided my home asked me again and  again where the precious things were.  One of them specifically asked  'Where is jewellery?' several times.  That must be what she wanted.   The ABF do...

Time flies.  It is already Day 25.  I was yawning all day but worked  hard.  I found that my guinea pig boy's toenails were too long in a photo I  received two days ago.  So I have no time to waste.  I have to get out quick  and pick him up to clip his toenails  before he injures his toe. Today's job was to continue to write submissions for the proceedings.   If you are familiar with legal proceedings, I finished writing the  Background, the Relevant Legislation, Grounds 1 and 2 and the  Conclusion.  I do not think I need any more grounds but just in case,  I may insert one or two more before the Conclusion.  The sad reality is that white Australian judges need enough grounds to deny in order to teach me how great they are.  So I have to include plenty of extra grounds in addition to the real ground I should win on.  But I have not made  up my mind yet because the more grounds I include...