I write short, my words tight to the thread of the narrative.
It was the first time I traveled alone, but I was not scared.
On the blackened walls, you could see the marks of hooked hands, of screams of despair. Madness smiled from the twisted taps.
That profound night freedom was agreeable and exciting.
When I left, I had learnt nothing. I took nothing with me. At least, that's what I thought then.
Oh, what a day-to-day business life is.
What a day-to-day affair life is.
It is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.
First woman to win the Eugenio Nadal prize for literature.
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