When you have been locked up for 100 hours, chained to the point of death and having lost a best friend, those 100 hours seem like 100 years. And just going outside feels like the biggest freedom in the world. It doesn’t matter that thousands of guns are pointed at you. Unarmed, barefoot, with the sun on your face and wrapped in silence, you feel free.[Cuando llevas 100 horas encerrada, has estado encadenada a punto de morir y has perdido a tu mejor amiga, esas 100 horas te parecen 100 años. Y salir al exterior, la mayor libertad del mundo. Da igual que te apunten miles de militares. Desarmada, descalza, con el sol en la cara y rodeada de todo ese silencio… te sientes libre.]