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I endured midnight beatings for years and there was nobody at all to defend me.

Once I went to the headmistress but Sebastián was the son of a successful businessman who was a great friend of doña Josefina, people told me. I was almost beaten for making false accusations.

‘I only have one rule,’ she said, ‘Never lie because if you do I will take it upon myself to correct your bad habit.’

She told me this while brandishing a bullwhip.

They didn’t let me sleep at night. They hit me and made fun of me.

Only one child watched from a corner. A boy who seemingly did not want to involve himself in this sort of problem. A boy who was isolated from all the others, perhaps with psychological problems, a boy whom I met and saw again.

We were children but we seemed like adults. With no responsibilities and full of hatred. A hatred that consumes you and burns you inside and that only revenge can extinguish.

I had to look for somewhere else to sleep.

I needed to flee from Sebastián’s mob.

I found a bath to sleep in. It became my sanctuary.