It wasn’t easy to meet anyone where I was for all of my 20s and nearly half of my 30s, at the prison camp at the Guantánamo Bay Naval Base in Cuba. Even when we went outside for recreation, we were not allowed to talk to the other detainees. I had a good friendship with beautiful young lady, an iguana. Sometimes the guards punished us for sharing our meals with the animals, but they couldn’t stop me from talking to her. She couldn’t talk back, but she was a good listener.

Source: New York Times July 27, 2018 04:00 UTC