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I am in Belmarsh, England's worst prison, awaiting trial for conspiracy to murder. Although the other men have been kind to me, I know I can never be part of their world

By CAR Hills   May 2007

When I was 13, I didn’t want to live in the men’s room. My mother was working in Jersey and I went to join her there for the summer. I was very dependent on her and we shared a room. Someone must have suggested that I was getting a bit old for that, because I remember being shown another room, in which several men were smiling and beckoning me to join them. I took in the masculine chaos and smell for a moment, and then decided I could not do it. I had to remain with my mother.

Now I…

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