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Long days of boredom in confinement, the general inefficiency of prison bureaucracy and a critically over-stretched prison service. The tediousness of prison life kicks in for prisoner FF8282, also known as author Jeffrey Archer, in the second volume of his best-selling series The Prison Diaries. Still his fellow inmates show inspiring spirit and courage, amid an otherwise gloomy prison landscape, revealing that even in the darkest hours light can always be found.

Prisoner FF8282 gazes out from confinement on what he deems must be a glorious summer’s day, rays of sunlight bursting through the barred windows of his cell. Within the thick prison walls separating society from its dangerous criminals, a multitude of harrowing fates unfold, seldomly explored by the public. First-time offenders thrown in cells with hardened criminals, several inmates becoming heroin addicts and a system riddled with flaws. However, even in prison the sunlight cannot be kept out.

A flicker of light almost appears at the end of the tunnel for prisoner FF8282, as he is transferred to North Sea Camp near Boston, Lincolnshire, a D-category prison. Under a less strict regime, the prisoners can enjoy a more relaxed set of rules, while slowly preparing to someday rejoin the world outside the walls. However, a minor breach of conditions gets him sent off to the notorious HMP Lincoln facility for twenty-two days, where more traumatic experiences await. "Heaven" is the third book in Jeffrey Archer’s bestselling series The Prison Diaries.

The sun is shining through the bars of my window on what must be a glorious summer day. I've been incarcerated in a cell five paces by three for twelve and a half hours, and will not be let out again until midday; eighteen and a half hours of solitary confinement. There is a child of seventeen...

On July 19, 2001, Jeffrey Archer—politician and international best-selling author—was sentenced to four years in prison for perjury. He became Prisoner FF8282 and spent the first three weeks of his sentence in a high-security prison that housed some of Britain's most violent criminals. He was moved to the Lifer's wing—because of the security it provided—where he became a trusted confidant to fellow convicts. Prisoners and guards alike asked for his autograph and sought his advice—though one cellmate sold a story about Archer to the British tabloids.

The sun is shining through the bars of my window on what must be a glorious summer day. I've been incarcerated in a cell five paces by three for twelve and a half hours, and will not be let out again until midday; eighteen and a half hours of solitary confinement. There is a child of seventeen...

Día 5: Lunes, 23 de julio de 2001.5:52 a.m. "El sol brilla a través de los barrotes de mi ventana en lo que debe de ser un glorioso día de verano. Llevo doce horas encerrado en una celda de cinco pasos por tres. No me dejarán salir hasta el mediodía; un total de dieciocho horas y media de aislamiento en solitario. En la celda justo debajo de la mía hay un chaval de diecisiete años a quien han encerrado por hurto. Es su primera falta, nunca lo habían condenado antes. No le permiten hablar con nadie.

El 9 de agosto de 2001, veintidós días después de que Jeffrey, ahora conocido como Prisionero FF8282, fuese condenado a cuatro años de prisión por perjurio, fue transferido de una prisión de máxima seguridad de Londres al Centro Penitenciario Wayland de Su Majestad, una prisión de media seguridad en Norfolk. Durante los siguientes sesenta y siete días que Jeffrey Archer aguardó a que lo asignasen a una penitenciaría "abierta" de mínima seguridad.

Dag 22, donderdag 9 augustus 2001, 10.21 uur. Een schitterende dag; een dag om naar cricket te kijken, Pimm’s te drinken, zandkastelen te bouwen, het gras te maaien. Geen dag om 180 kilometer te reizen in een zweetkist. Ik heb 21 dagen en veertien uur in Belmarsh gezeten en nu word ik op transport gezet naar harer majesteits gevangenis Wayland, een categorie C-gevangenis in Norfolk.

DAG 5 MÅNDAG 23 JULI 2001 5.53: Solen som skiner genom gallret på mitt fönster tyder på att det måste vara en härlig sommardag. Jag har fängslats i en mycket liten cell i tolv och en halv timme och kommer inte att släppas ut igen förrän på middagstid. Totalt arton och en halv timmes isolering. I cellen nedanför min sitter en sjuttonårig kille. Han har anklagats för snatteri, det är hans första förseelse. Han är inte ens dömd, ändå låser de in honom på isoleringen i närmare ett dygn utan möjlighet att prata med någon.