Before, going out was agony, as if he were always glued to my shoulders, a weight I carried everywhere. When I went out alone, I received hundreds of calls from him; he constantly monitored me. I was afraid to look people in the eye, as if he could see me. I could feel his presence: if I looked at a man, he would know and think I was cheating. I was alone but never free to feel alone. Now, the sense of freedom is priceless. I look people in the eye without fear, and while walking, I finally smile. I wander the city aimlessly for hours, exploring everywhere.

Street near the shelter.