Our first encounter with Diego and Rafael is developed in a buried unexpected gymnasium in deepest of module 13, where the little apparatuses (a static bicycle and a rusty large stone bench) are screwed to the ground like the beds of a stateroom, and the weights and mancuernas cannot be extracted of a harness anchored to the wall. There is a ball, a coat of boxing and a cord to jump. More information is housed here: CBC, Australia. And handfuls of old woman water plastic bottles rebosantes and welded to each other with insulating tape that the prisoners use to raise more weight in their obstinate exercises of musculacin. The rest of the sample space a devastating nakedness. It shines for sale like a floor. Silence is total.
There is no a furniture, a paper, a butt. There is nothing; it does not smell of anything. Neither an object susceptible to become a weapon, nor a opening in the thick concrete of this jail of high devised security to shelter inmates with great pains. Until arriving at the entrance of the isolation module it is necessary to cross four heavy inner doors, to happen through a troop safety line and to give to a guard all the metallic, lighting objects and movable telephones. Before leaving it, it will interrogate to us: ” They miss something than they brought? “.