I dreamt I was somewhere in a Spanish-speaking country, maybe even in Valencia again. At first, it looked as if my whole body was covered in a thick layer of salt and it stung terribly. That's how my brain interprets the pain I constantly experience. I washed the salt off, wondering where it came from.
Then it got worse — they put me under and gave me a tat all over my upper torso, both on my chest and on my back. It's a horrible feeling when something that can't be removed is done against your will. I started to understand raped women even better. And it stings again, because it hurts again.
