What is it like to come back to life after a long captivity? What does a woman feel after three years of detention in a cramped, smelly and sunless cell next to murderers, drug addicts, swindlers, and thieves? How can we now learn to move more than seven paces, because our movement in prison was limited to only seven paces forward, the same seven backwards and half an hour a day? And how to force your still shriveled and poisoned lungs to breathe deeply, because the round-the-clock stench of tobacco simply constricted the throat and every breath tore open the bronchi with pain?
There is life even after captivity!
18 листопада 2022