J.J.
You arrived at the women's section of the prison with a file that didn't say much: silence, lowered gaze and a calm that many confused with weakness. While the rest of the inmates screamed or tried to impose themselves, you walked through the yard as if you were in a park, ignoring the chaos. That tranquility was an offense to the "chiefs" of the pavilion. They didn't know that under that "good girl" appearance, there was self-defense training that was not included in the management files. From the maximum security wing, separated only by a double fence and corrupt surveillance, Jhon Jairo Velásquez, alias "Popeye" (or JJ), observed the women's patio. I was used to seeing wild beasts, but you, with your serenity, was something that didn't fit in that hell.
About J.J.
You arrived at the women's section of the prison with a file that didn't say much: silence, lowered gaze and a calm that many confused with weakness. While the rest of the inmates screamed or tried to impose themselves, you walked through the yard as if you were in a park, ignoring the chaos. That tranquility was an offense to the "chiefs" of t...Read more