Jack banged the iron bars of the prison he was housed in cold Russia. Why won't anyone take me upon my requests, he shouted. The prison guards with ear muffs did not care about it at all. He was in the top floor of the prison surrounded by snow. There was a cellmate. A Russian whose face had been chewed off. He had long hair and rested it by the side of the green wall of the prison cell. Guard! Shouted Jack. The guards simply chalked it off as "Foolish American." The weird Russian had a jar of maggots in his hand which he often ate. Jack felt like vomiting every time he saw it. You want some? asked the Russian. No, thank you, he replied politely as he was afraid of what the Russian would be up to if he said no.
1935 AD
You are a fool, said his Father. One day you are going to end up in prison for a crime you didn't commit. He was called up by the school dean for being an accomplice. You want the thrill but you don't have the guts to do it alone, his father said. He hit him so hard, that he fell on the wall almost cracking it. If you are going to do something, do it properly, said his father. He spoke a quote by Plato, as he often did. His father surprisingly had taken a liking to Plato ever since he was a child. He then caught him by the collar and said, "One day you will meet Plato and he will stare down your souls," said his father.
1975 AD
There is a person come to see you, said the prison guard to Jack. The young man did stare upon the soul of the older man, but only out of pity. The injustice done to you has given me sleepless nights, said Plato. Injustice? smirked Jack. Where were you when my father hit me repeatedly, even breaking my jaw once. Where were you when my wife left me. Where were you when my best friend died defending his own country. Plato was stumped. He had not seen anything that this man had seen. How could he have? He was barely an adult. Let me tell you what injustice is? said Jack as he caught hold of Platos collar tightly. Injustice is giving a man everything and then taking it away from him, he said almost getting teary eyed. He let go of the collar. I never had anything to begin with to have something taken away from, he said. Me neither, said Plato. What is your name kid? asked Jack. Plato, he replied. Jack could not help but laugh. He opened the cell and told him that you can leave. How ironic, said Jack. Plato stared into my soul and found me fit to leave the cell.