Victoria Mas

‘No. Thing is, I’ve never felt as peaceful as I do here surrounded by madwomen. Men bruised and beat me. My body is a disaster. My leg hurts and I’ve got a limp. I get pains fit to make you scream every time I piss. I’ve a scar goes right across my left breast where some man tried to hack it off. Here I feel protected. There’s just us women. I knit shawls for the girls and I feel all right. So no, I wouldn’t leave, not ever. Long as men have pricks, all the evil in this world will go on existing.’

‘Help those around you.’

‘Existence is fascinating, don’t you think?’