From Crew Captain Vladimir Sharpatov’s diary:

«The walls are white and strong
And the sun is at its zenith.
The laws here are different:
Death and risk go hand in hand.
And every night we dream about
The roar of dear plane….

It has been three months since we left our home and 40 days since we are here. Cane is the only meal for today’s dinner. Only 5 boxes with water are left. It seems to me, that in a few weeks we won’t be able to move on a type of “fuel” like this.

In the morning an old preacher came. He wanted to teach us Koran so that we became Muslims. He offered to apply for freedom for us in exchange. I voiced my doubt…”