While the dictator was flourishing, I was languishing, desperate in my thoughts, dived in anxiety. The late letter exerted such powerful reflections on me and even weeks after it I was only thoughts. For the first time I realized we were sharing the same conditions, locked in the dark, breathing the same air the tormentor and the tormented. We were both prisoners.
SociedaDEanonimoS, Ot, hiver, 2009
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