The light and the fresh of brise of dawns had became a far memory. Without any change to take place hope was lost in the darkness. My friends had gone and now I was silenced by an indescriptible loneliness. That environment embedded in my soul making me passible of practicing terrible acts.
(...)
Working on the prisioner gave me extraordinary pleasure. His silence was to me an act of scorn that fueled my rage. That man was the best conection between the recent atacks that killed XXX and I was commited to dedicated my best to extract any information from him. After months in that macabre waltz all was in vain. No words, no testemonies.
Days with... sociedadeanonimos
hiroshima 2009
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