caught the attention of those they feared most in that prison.
In the courtyard was an inmate nicknamed Navaja.
Virtually all of them were afraid of him.
He was big, strong and had numerous piercings on his face and ears. I was used to getting everything I wanted. At her side were almost always two friends who carried out all her orders without question.
When Navaja saw the newcomer, a mocking smile appeared on his face.
—Look who they brought us today.s
Her friends started laughing.
The old woman tried to pass by, but Navaja took a step to the side and blocked her path.
—Where are you going, grandma?
The woman stopped.
—I just want to sit down.
—First show us what you brought.
The old woman pressed the bag even tighter against her chest.
—Here are just my things.
—Well let’s see what they are.
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