Some villagers want to take me to the top of the mountain which they think will be ideal place to take a panoramic photo of the prison. First, I go to the Caldron to have lunch with the prisoners.

I meet Paulinho and Chiquito. Together, we walk alongside a line of prisoners who are waiting to get their food. There are hundreds of men lined up without light, in a corridor which ends at the refectory. In the darkness, a religious prisoner screams messages about Jesus in a gravley voice. Quietly, everybody respects him. The line goes slowly. Paulinho gets a plate, a fork and a cup for me. The cup is a soft drink can with the top cut off.

We are served one spoonful of chopped carrots mixed with rice, one spoon of beans, a piece of baked chicken and a few slices of tomato. For desert, everybody can get one slice of papaya from a wooden tray. Today, because of the approaching Fathers Day, instead of water, we receive grenadine juice to drink.

The dirty refectory has several concrete tables and benches, but most of them are broken, which obligates the prisoners to eat standing. I excuse myself from Paulinho and Chiquito and I sit between two unknown prisoners. I observe them eating with their hands like famished animals. Their hunger is so great that I feel like giving them my plate, even more so after Paulinho approaches and offers me more food. I finish my serving, and I drink three cups of the juice of my youth.

After everybody has been served, some rice remains left in the pan. One of the cooks walks towards a table hitting the pan with a spoon. At that instant, about twenty prisoners surround him begging for a bit more. The reaction of the prisoners is so imploring and voracious that the cook can not control the situation and ends up wasting a good part of the rice on the floor.