“I am sorry, but what could you possibly know about that? You are locked here between these walls, teaching foolish girls who think the world is perfect. That it is better to fight honestly for rights. Let me tell you: no, it is not. The more we fight, the more we seek a light, the more we are massacred until nothing is left. The world outside is ugly and dirty, and it is rotting! All this s**t here does not save us from that. It did not save me, and it will not save…”
“Alexandra,” I want to scream, but her name only echoes in my mind, like a damn dirty secret.
“Who?”
“No one. The point is that, sometimes, our only option is to let them destroy us so maybe something remains, so that one day we can rise again.”
“These walls are only a way I chose to survive. You are mistaken, Valentina.
