Imagine this conversation:
Arrestee: “My dad, who is my surety gets off work at 6, and he can drive me to the diner nearby. He will of course have to sit at our table and he turns in by 10pm, so we will have to leave before then.”
Other person: long pause. “Umm, okey... Why don't you text me that day so we can confirm?”
Arrestee: “Well I am not allowed to use a cell or email for that matter, so maybe we can talk on the phone?”
Other person: “Hello? Hello? Sorry, I can't hear you. There seems to be a steady ticking sound on the line.”
Arrestee: “Oh, don't worry about that - that's just the cops listening in”.
[Time to share a(nother) embarrassing tid-bit: I got snatched on Saturday, June 26. Wet, frustrated, cold and hungry, I only slept for a few hours that night – and had a wet dream – about a co-organizer who I wasn't interested in the slightest – we were actually disagreeing often. Wonder what Freud would say about that.]
There is a chronic anxiety that comes from worrying about being watched; from the looming fear of violence, re-incarceration, deportation. This anxiety takes an incredibly high toll on one's friendships, particularly intimate ones - and this can really kill the 'mood'.