"If I get out, I will never close a door behind me again. Never."
So they learned to count something else: the breaths of the man in the next cell. If he was breathing, you were not alone. If he was breathing, the night had not yet won. a twelve year night
And yet, the man who had named the rat Esperanza later became president of his country. When asked how he survived, he did not speak of ideology or courage. He spoke of the rat. He spoke of the half-piece of bread. "If I get out, I will never close a door behind me again
"I dreamt of bread. Fresh bread. With butter. Is that a sin?" "If I get out