Squatting on the open fl oor and pissing into a central hole, I enjoyed every single second of freeing my body from the pressing of the mountainous waves. If there were a particular term to describe how it felt, it would be women’s liberation. This strange idea led to another, of the rarity of a woman’s spiritual liberation from her body. When I returned to the bus, more strangely, it occurred to me that I was equally liberated from a cell and those who had waited outside were my supporters. With gratitude, I said, “Thank you, everyone! I’m fi nally free! Thank you!”