33 - Pablo

Damn it was Joana Jones, but she really kept her word to take me to the doctor. I couldn't go in the same car as her. I went inside an armored car and heavily closed by the police, but still with two big and armed men in the back seats with me, and my hands handcuffed, I have never felt so free.

I couldn't see the outside very well, and I even avoided stretching my neck, so that the police wouldn't notice and make any jokes. That day, none of them were in a good mood, not even me.

It was dawn. I hadn't even slept. Joana got that authorization from the judge in a matter of hours, and there we were exploring the city in search of a confidential hospital that did not refuse to attend to a prisoner.

The cops ripped me out of the car without being too careful, so I ended up hitting my head when I forgot to keep it down until I left, too moved by the cold winds of that morning to be able to notice anything else.

There were no cars in the parking lot where we stopped, so that could only say