My dear friend Luke humoured me today, taking me to the park to fly my kite. I wasn’t able to fly it at Baxter because I didn’t want to get arrested, so I flew it in the comfort of my own local park. It didn’t work very well and I sprained my ankle, but it was symbolic for me and helped me calm down a bit.

I am solemn and feel very lucky to be who I am and where I am – free. It’s so unfair. I deserve freedom no more and no less than the innocent folk in Australia’s detention centres onshore and off.

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