Chapter 61

Living in a Venezuelan prison is not what I would describe as paradise, and it is far from being one of those million-star resorts. Those where you get into a pool with a built-in bar, and you drink, one by one, all the cocktails on the menu until you finish them, and start all over again. No. But I have to say that since, with the help of my trusty man, I have the power and the silver, my life, and RanRan’s, have improved considerably. I like my new bed, which, while not the best on the market, I can sleep. And God knows I needed it! The sirens announcing section changes don’t matter so much to me anymore because, with few exceptions, I go about doing whatever I want. If I want to go out, I go out; if I don’t, I don’t. So, after a quiet night where I was able to rest, sleep, and even dream, even though I don’t remember what I dreamt, one of the guards - should I say, my guards? He brings me a tray with breakfast. Today, I had a craving for pastries, a local delicacy that I tried be