Dear Kitty,
...Believe me, when you are locked inside for a year and a half, there are times when you can't take it anymore. Despite any justice or any ingratitude, it is impossible to get rid of this feeling. To ride a bike, to dance, to whistle, to discover the world, to feel young, to know that I am free, these are the things I want, and yet I must not show anything, because -think about it for a moment- if all eight of us start complaining or walking around with long faces, where will we end up?