In his poem "Since I was thrown into this hole" the Turkish Communist poet Nazim Hikmet poignantly speaks of how time is frozen for him in prison whereas life is pretty much going on outside it.
"The children conceived
the day I was thrown into this hole
are now celebrating their tenth year.
The foals born on that very day
trembling on their thin, long legs
Must by now have become
lazy mares shaking their wide rumps.
But the young olive shoots are still young,
The year I was thrown into this hole
the Second World War had not started;
in the concentration camps of Dachau
the gas ovens had not been built;
the atom had not exploded in Hiroshima,