I'm huddled in the darkest corner of a prison cell in Thailand, Bang Kwang prison in Bangkok to be precise. The bone-chilling iciness of the night air is draining my life away. My body shivers violently in a last-ditch attempt to generate enough warmth to keep me alive but the freezing stone floor sucks heat away faster than I can produce it. Standing might be warmer but after the beatings, the cold, and no food, I can't find the energy to get up.
My trial's over and they found me guilty. My defence council tells me there's no appeal process although I'm pretty sure he's lying. He knows I did the crime and he seems to believe westerners deserve to be harshly punished when they break the law in this land.
They sentence me in a week's time, maybe three, maybe ten. I'm expecting the death penalty.
A couple of months ago, I was a middle manager with a booze problem. What I'd give right now for a booze problem.
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Dying to Live
AdventureWe all make bad decisions, but bad decisions don't usually cost you your life. Dave Murray is rotting in a Bangkok prison cell, terrified he's going to be sentenced to death and it's all because of a bad decision... and a woman. A few weeks earlier...
