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I yelled out, β€˜Hey there! Are you OK? Hey, hombre.’ There was no reaction. β€˜Do you need any help?’ Still he didn’t move. I clapped my hands, thinking he might have been a bit deaf.

Finally, there was a gradual, although delayed, reaction. Very slowly and precisely, C\u00e1mara Lenta moved his eyes towards me. Then he cautiously twisted his head in my direction. All the while his body remained motionless and his expression remained unchanged. Using a series of eye movements up towards the ceiling, around the corridors and in the direction of the stairs, he indicated that it wasn’t safe to talk here, or to make any sudden movement, in case the ghosts saw you. If you wanted to survive in this prison, you had to creep around everywhere in slow motion.

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