My name is Margit Kaufman

I have been in jail for twenty-eight years

My crime was that I was considered to be a terrorist

In that time I have faced thirty-two penalties

And have saved nine of them

I have also invented a new brand of sticky toffee

There is talk of my release

There is always talk of my release

Six years ago I fell down a flight of stairs

I broke my arm

It was badly reset and because of this it is not straight

I received compensation for this neglect

It no longer hurts but my writing has changed and is childlike

I have spent over three thousand nights in this prison

And have changed cells twelves times

I can see the cathedral from my current cell

It brings me peace

My favourite colour is pink

I am allowed to wear my own clothing

This privilege has been earned for good behaviour

My sister has given me two pink blouses and an olive sweater

They were all made in Taiwan

Every so often I give interviews but I am thinking of abandoning this occupation

As I have nothing further too say

If I am released I plan to live on a farm and write books on animal husbandry

On my cell wall I have a print of the execution of William Tyndale

It was given to me by a friend

I often talk to him about God and about facing penalties

And the quiet science of creating sticky toffee