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THE DAYS BLED TOGETHER. Her blood bled together. She could no longer tell which body parts had leaked which stains on the cement floor. She could no longer tell whether it was day or night, hell or death, blood or spit wetting her blindfold, three men or thirty in the room, the same man shouting or another, the same man crooning or another, whether the next thing would be blows or long long rapes or a journey to the room with the wet mattress, with peelyourskin electric shocks, the room with the full palette of imported arts, top of the line, state of the art, the art of state, oh my country, oh my country, you are not so backwoods after all, look what you bought, look ...
Source: HighBeam Research, The invisible mountain: the year is 1971. The Uruguyan government has...