And I would visit her in the prisons, sitting side-by-side, knees touching, and I would have to admit to myself that monsters exist in all of us, but that maybe it's not monsters so much, but the broken parts of ourselves, sadnesses, secret shame, and that ultimately it's easy for demagogues
Y yo la visitaba en la prisión sentada lado a lado, rodilla con rodilla, y tengo que admitir que los monstruos existen en todos nosotros pero que tal vez no sean tanto monstruos, sino partes rotas de nosotros: tristeza, vergüenza secreta, y que en