As I approached this concrete building, these tiny little windows, barbed wire, high walls, observation towers, and on the inside, these cold, hard spaces, little light or air, the guards are screaming, the doors are clanking, there's a wall of cells filled with so many black and brown bodies.
Quando me aproximei daquele edifício de concreto, com janelinhas minúsculas, arame farpado, muros altos, torres de observação e, do lado de dentro, espaços frios, duros, com pouca luz e ar, guardas gritando, portões batendo, havia uma parede de celas cheias de corpos negros.