Dzmitry
Halko
Dzmitry Halko, born January 5, 1977, is an entrepreneur and bodybuilder. In 2019 he became a bronze medalist in the championship of Belarus and a participant in the Arnold Classic Europe-2019 (Men's Physique Master's).
Dzmitry was detained for participating in protests in 2020. He was severely beaten during detention, after which he was taken to a hospital. In early 2021, Dzmitry was sentenced to three years of imprisonment.
Find DZMITRY's current address on his PERSONAL PAGE at the Viasna Human Rights Center website. Click SEND A POSTCARD to support him and sign a postcard for the political prisoner.
"A gloomy day, tobacco smoke..."
A gloomy day, tobacco smog
A door, a shabby step of stone,
Bleak light, a desk from days of yore
And I’m not there anymore.
I close my eyes and see my home.
I truly feel my presence there.
You enter from the darkness’ lair,
Coming to light, to me, so near,
Except there is no light in here.
Opened my eyes, the fog returned
By evil spirits I got stormed
The light, the colors are a sore
And I’m not there anymore
I close my eyes and see my home
I truly feel my presence there.
In language and poems, in bright people that are in dark places, — Belarus Lives.
POEMS FROM PRISON IS A JOINT PROJECT OF THE FREEDOM POSTCARDS INITIATIVE AND People’s Embassy of Belarus in Brazil.
Dzmitry
Halko
Dzmitry Halko, born January 5, 1977, is an entrepreneur and bodybuilder. In 2019 he became a bronze medalist in the championship of Belarus and a participant in the Arnold Classic Europe-2019 (Men's Physique Master's).
Dzmitry was detained for participating in protests in 2020. He was severely beaten during detention, after which he was taken to a hospital. In early 2021, Dzmitry was sentenced to three years of imprisonment.
Find DZMITRY's current address on his PERSONAL PAGE at the Viasna Human Rights Center website. Click SEND A POSTCARD to support him and sign a postcard for the political prisoner.
"A gloomy day, tobacco smoke..."
A gloomy day, tobacco smog
A door, a shabby step of stone,
Bleak light, a desk from days of yore
And I’m not there anymore.
I close my eyes and see my home.
I truly feel my presence there.
You enter from the darkness’ lair,
Coming to light, to me, so near,
Except there is no light in here.
Opened my eyes, the fog returned
By evil spirits I got stormed
The light, the colors are a sore
And I’m not there anymore
I close my eyes and see my home
I truly feel my presence there.
In language and poems, in bright people that are in dark places, — Belarus Lives.
POEMS FROM PRISON IS A JOINT PROJECT OF THE FREEDOM POSTCARDS INITIATIVE AND People’s Embassy of Belarus in Brazil.