Sadness consumed them, their days passed between anguish and desolation: their children - after several years imprisoned - had not been judged, which was an agony and a prison lens.
That morning, after so much insisting at the door of the court, of begging the representatives of the law, they got tired. His way of protesting would be another: Cooking their mouths with thread.
Such gesture of indignation was nothing more than the raw reprimand of the darkness that invaded them. Your children, whom you saw growing up
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