They call this prison a concentration camp because it is so bad. It had rained the day before and so the area we had to perform on was all mud. It was difficult and everything got messy but well worth it and we were privileged to give the men a relief from all their suffering. My brothers wrote a beautiful rap type poem that is about being in prison and a perspective beyond the walls. The say it to a chill/dub step type song my father wrote and it always really connects and touches the prisoners, especially hearing foreigners rhyme in Spanish. One guy here had just broken his leg from falling through a hole and was in a lot of pain. He actually laughed when we did a routine with a crazy caveman hitting a drum he shouldn’t hit.
Friday, July 10 – Rosario Prison Unit 6
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