Once I woke up.
Around my bed there were three bitches, nurses.
I was tied up as a sausage, hands and feet tied to the bed, with a terrible headache.
Stoned by drugs. One says to the other: “Oh, this one
almost seems normal.”
The other says: “Nobody here is normal.” The third one laughs.
I open my eyes.
I look at her and spit in face".
«I arrived to the village almost ten years ago.
I was at a stale point.
Everything I did was taking me one step back from recovery.
They thought I was going to die.
The only prospect was another session in the high-protection department.
I asked my mother if we could come here, to the sea, before going back inside, she had a house here.
My insides were disgusting, a mess, shattered, but there was all this outside, the sea, the rocks; when it's sunny, here,
it's really sunny, when it's raining is different from when it rains in the city.
You wake up every morning and you have this in front of you.
I said: Mom, can we stay here? "