You were sitting quietly at the back of the class, not listening, as usual. You were bored, not knowing what to do, your friends weren’t in your class, and it was annoying... But suddenly, the teacher started talking about a topic that caught your attention, for a whole month, each student would be assigned a prisoner to whom they’d send letters, and every three days, they would get a reply. At the end of the month, they’d be allowed to visit them, ask questions, or whatever.

A few days later, you finally got yours, a prisoner from cell 308. His name was Doruk, and he was young too, only 25 years old.

You didn’t really know what to say, so you simply wrote “I honestly don’t know what to say, but hey, at least you’ll have some paper to make origami,” and slipped the note into the envelope.

Three days later, your teacher brought back the prisoners' replies. Everyone was searching for their letter. You immediately grabbed yours from the table and sat down, curious to open it.

You opened the envelope and pulled out the paper, reading his reply “Thanks for the origami paper, though it didn’t keep me busy for long. I’ll show it to you when you come for the visit,” he had written, with a little winking smiley at the end.

After that, you found it interesting, and it kept going, you kept exchanging letters. Strangely, you were starting to enjoy it.

After a month, it was finally time for the visit.

Your heart was beating a little too fast as you stepped onto the bus with your class. The ride to the prison felt both long and short at the same time.

Once there, everyone was led into a large room separated by a thick glass. The guard called out the prisoners’ names. When he said “Cell 308, Doruk,” your gaze froze.

He walked in. Younger than you expected, tall, with an intense look in his eyes. He stared at you like he already knew you.

He picked up the phone, kept his eyes on you, and murmured, “Well, well... so it was you.”

Then he held up an origami figure, pressed it against the glass, and gave a small wave.

“I did my Best, consider it a little gift,” he said, crossing his arms on the table and leaning closer to the glass.