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It was the first time she found herself inside a cell. It was cold and damp, and it didn't have a smelly toilet on a corner as she had read in some old black novel years ago. There was only one bench, on which one of the people with whom she had been arrested hours before slept, resting her head on the lap of another detainee. Although it wasn’t small, being with ten other people inside that cell, the space for each one of them was limited to say the least. The boys weren’t having a better time, the cell in front of hers, in which they had locked up the men, had eighteen people inside in the same square meters.
The possibility of being deprived of freedom had never crossed her mind until a few days ago, when the person at her side warned them about it. Security will be higher than usual, they'll surely arrest a large number of protesters, she had said, looking her straight in the eyes. But, although she could perfectly remember the chill that ran down her back at that moment, she wouldn't describe what she felt at the moment as fear. On the contrary, she felt relatively calm. After all, the cell floor was hard and uncomfortable, but she wasn't sharing it with strangers.
Perhaps she had committed madness, but she was sure that no matter how many years passed, she wouldn't regret it a bit. On the contrary, she haven't felt that degree of catharsis for years. She closed her eyes for a moment, if she pay attention it was possible to hear the conversations coming from the police station's reception. Some cops were denying the fact that they were there, while activist were reciting legislative codes on the rights that were being transgressed.
She sighed and immediately held her breath, she didn't want to wake up the person beside her. The girl was resting her head on her left shoulder and emitted a sound of protest at the sudden movement. She bite her lip, a little angry with herself. But the girl didn't wake up.
A soft smile appeared on Dorothea's lips.
Even though she was sure the clashes with the police continue a few kilometers away, the night sky she could see through the cell's small window gave her the impression of a false serenity.