After reading the letter, Azaak plunged into a deep sadness. She had a love too, Pedro de Alcazár, that intrepid cook that had taught her so much. Where could he be? -she thought-. Sara's green eyes had a special shining, and her white face faked a smile...
-What is love to you, Azaak? -asked the jewish girl-.
-Love can't be defined, everything important in this life, if you define it you just make it small; love as well as freedom is something you feel. It's like sex, it's stimulating talking about it, but to practice it is totally different -she replied-. I've noticed that here, sex, church sees it like something dirty.
-Yes, Azaak, but that's something I should explain to you. Behind the doors every member of the church gives in to their sexual fantasies. Like I told you before, Azaak, I'm bisexual, I think my sexuality is free and mature, but here it's seen like some sort of monstrosity. One of my mistresses was forced to confess about our encounters to the Holy Office and that's why I'm confined here...
-They interrogated you about it? -asked Azaak, interested-.
-With luxury of details. -Sara stared into the emptiness, while she remembered the screams, insults and tortures...-
After reading the letter, Azaak plunged into a deep sadness. She had a love too, Pedro de Alcazár, that intrepid cook that had taught her so much. Where could he be? -she thought-. Sara's green eyes had a special shining, and her white face faked a smile... -What is love to you, Azaak? -asked the jewish girl-. -Love can't be defined, everything important in this life, if you define it you just make it small; love as well as freedom is something you feel. It's like sex, it's stimulating talking about it, but to practice it is totally different -she replied-. I've noticed that here, sex, church sees it like something dirty. -Yes, Azaak, but that's something I should explain to you. Behind the doors every member of the church gives in to their sexual fantasies. Like I told you before, Azaak, I'm bisexual, I think my sexuality is free and mature, but here it's seen like some sort of monstrosity. One of my mistresses was forced to confess about our encounters to the Holy Office and that's why I'm confined here... -They interrogated you about it? -asked Azaak, interested-. -With luxury of details. -Sara stared into the emptiness, while she remembered the screams, insults and tortures...-