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There are moments when the sun comes in through the bars, the window and the bottle on your table, it then stretches on the table and warms your ear a little bit.
There are moments when you stare at the ceiling in the night, listen to the silence, hear the noise of the void of the corridor, listen to the whistle of a locked door.
There are moments when you sit down and smoke a cigarette in the open air and look at the sky and think that if you believed in God you would thank him for making you enjoy this beauty even from inside here.
There are moments when you walk along the corridors and think that all this will never get out of your lungs.
There are moments, so many moments, when your body is motionless and your mind is imaging that you are destroying everything that happens to be in your hands.
There are moments when you would give anything away in exchange for some good cold beer.
There are moments when the smell of the earth, leaves and autumn comes to you from unknown places and you remember things.
There are moments when the sun of the autumn sky reminds you of the mountains and your dogs.
There are moments when all empty words finally disappear and all masks fall off.
There are moments when words of other people fall off without them knowing.
There are moments when you realize that this place has changed you and other moments when you think you are still the same person, and you discover yourself again and again.
There are moments when you recognize the time of the day by the noise you hear coming from the corridors, and realize it is becoming normal.