Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a prison warden ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on HaGalil Street, right? The sun’s blazin’, and I’m like, “Great, another scorcher in Sakhnin.” I grab my coffee, spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right?
I head out, and the streets are buzzing. You got kids playin’ soccer on the corner of HaShalom and HaTzofim, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could join ‘em.” But nah, I gotta put on my serious face. I roll up to the prison, and it’s already chaos.
First thing, I get a call about a fight in the yard. Like, seriously? Can’t these guys chill for one day? I rush over, and there’s two inmates goin’ at it like it’s the World Cup. I’m like, “Yo! What’s the deal?” They stop, look at me, and one of ‘em says, “Just practicing our moves, Warden!” I can’t even.
After I break that up, I head to the cafeteria. You know, the food’s usually terrible, but today? They actually had some decent falafel. I’m munchin’ away, thinkin’ life’s not so bad, when I hear this loud crash. Turns out, some dude dropped his tray. I laugh, but then I see the look on his face. He’s mortified. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just food. You’ll live!”
Then, I get a call about a visitor. It’s a family from the neighborhood. They’re from the Al-Aqsa Street area, and they’re all worried about their son. I can feel the tension. I try to reassure them, but man, it’s tough. I mean, I’m just a warden, not a therapist. But I do my best.
Later, I’m walking down the corridor, and I bump into my buddy, Amir. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he got lost in the old market on Al-Mahajir Street. I’m cracking up, picturing him askin’ for directions in broken Arabic. Classic Amir!
But then, outta nowhere, I get a call about a lockdown. Some inmate tried to sneak in a phone. Like, really? In 2023? I’m fuming. I mean, come on! I gotta deal with this mess. I gather the staff, and we’re all like, “What’s the plan?”
After hours of chaos, I finally get a breather. I step outside for some fresh air. The sunset over Sakhnin is beautiful, man. The colors are insane. I take a moment to appreciate it. But then, I hear a commotion. Some kids are arguing over a soccer ball. I can’t help but smile. It’s like, no matter what happens, life goes on, right?
As I head home, I’m exhausted. My feet hurt, my head’s spinning, but I can’t shake the feeling that today was… something. I mean, it was a rollercoaster. Sakhnin’s got its quirks, for sure. The people, the streets, the vibe—it’s all a part of this crazy life I lead.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Sakhnin. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.