"What are these?" I asked, disgusted.
Ciro shines some light into the hundreds of jars sitting on numerous shelves. I crept behind him to take a closer look.
"s**t!" he gasps and steps back.
"What?" I didn't get a good look at it.
"They're fetuses," he says, almost wanting to vomit.
"What in the world!?"
"f**k! These sick bastards!" he says, saying it a little too loud.
"Shhh!" I hushed him before he gets out of control.
"Sorry," he apologizes, now whispering. "I just cannot fathom the reason for their actions"
He shakes his head in disagreement and probably trying to take the image out of his mind.
We walked in the aisles of tall shelves with jars filled with misty water.
"Do you think they're human?" I asked.
"I don't know and I don't want to know," answers Ciro. "
