Chapter 8

Pablo's POV

At that time, I was already totally detached from the idea of going back to being that man with feelings and purposes. The jail has become my home. The inmates, my family. And the guards only colleagues that I had to endure. It was not an easy life, but for a man raised in the countryside and without any notion of a life in the big city, until I was very familiar with the place. In a way, it seemed that I had been born to be imprisoned, in one way or another.

"Well, considering that three are eating ants this morning, I would say that it's even quite normal," commented Júlio, a kitchen helper just like me, who at the moment was mixing a large sauce pan. "I don't know what you might be feeling differently, PS.”

"It's something like a feeling," I replied softly.

My companions laughed.

"The day you feel something other than your own stench, the world will be lost, PS," said Alefe, still containing the laughter.

"Unlike you, Alefe, I still