I have come after twenty days of bathing, of course, that too by force. They said that you don't have mercy on yourself, have mercy on your associates. I feel a little more bearable, like someone who is in a coma, not brain dead. The wetness of the bathroom door and wall, and the sound of the water, make me sad. I don't want to be naked, I don't want to have to close my eyes in the shower. I wish I had three hands to cover their nakedness. I check the bathroom door to see if it is locked. The water was pouring on my head and the foam of the shampoo was sliding off my face...
