9 - Joana

The living room smelled even worse than the director's room.

The mold on the lower floors was worse. Much worse. The place was closed, there were windows all over a wall, but somehow, they didn't do anything. It was like a painting on a wall, it didn't change anything.

The wind didn't come in, even if I saw some trees far away that shook their leaves. The sun was already high, burning everything in its path, and it was not even past ten o'clock in the morning. The day would be very long and tiring.

However, I would probably go back to the city center in a comfortable car with a sunroof, as well as air conditioning. I wouldn't have half the problems of those inmates in having to settle for lying on the cold floor or in the shadows to escape the powerful sun.

The reality was hard to accept, but I knew that many of those men deserved to be there. Some even deserved a capital penalty, but the Brazilian laws were too lenient, and the minimum time inside that place was already some relief f