For 27 years I was prisoner 46664 of the apartheid regime in South Africa. For 18 of these years I lived in a small cell in Robben Island. My nights were spent sweating against rough woollen sheets. My days were spent working in the lime quarry. I received one letter every six months. This was a hard time. And yet, there was an upside. For I had no telephone. Bono never called.
Read the rest. If it were not funny, it would be sad.