Prison Break

If I remember correctly this city started as a prison. The concept appeared to be somewhat like this: Once you got here, there was nowhere to go. So neither bars nor chains were needed. Maybe a few guards that reminded the inmates how far away they were.

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Well, this was long ago. Now, people come on their own free will, …

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… for special occasions …

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… or just a holiday.

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Some bring their own prison, mostly small devices with keyboard or touch screen. So do I. Time passes, while I work my way through the backlog. When I take a break I walk down the streets …

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… and for some reason always end up at the Quay.

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It is autumn around here …

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… but this hardly seems to matter.

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The sun is shining …

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… as I walk in the shade of the bridge …

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… in the dungeon beneath the opera house, …

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… and enjoy the exhibits …

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… along the way.

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When the time comes, I reluctantly have to break free.

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