Gevangenis

Monday has just begun, and it already feels like someone has handed down a life sentence - without the right to a weekend. Workdays drag on like a sentence for petty hooliganism against your will. But somewhere ahead, Friday looms - the day of the great escape. Everything is different there: cold beer instead of bars, a bar instead of a cell, and friends who are just as "released," but only for a couple of hours. And then suddenly it's Sunday, and the doors slam shut again. But let it be. It's for this brief feeling of freedom that it's worth enduring the whole work week. Even the most exemplary prisoner should have their own escape plan.