A leader approaches and informs us that the truck, on the way to pick up the visitors, could not make it and broke down one more time. Upon receiving the news, everybody around me becomes worried and furious. They curse everyone they believe to be responsible, especially those in the government.

Hours later, outside in the village, I see the visitors slowly passing by under the hot sun. They are sweaty and tired. Obliged to cross the island on foot, they have walked all the "prohibited" road straight to the prison.

An old man, his shirt wet from sweat, passes me carrying four bags which appear to be very heavy. After that, a woman walks by, exhausted, with a bag in each hand, a broom under her arm and a bundle of clothes balanced on her head. They do not stop coming. Besides having to walk more than twelve kilometers, full of difficult ups and downs, they still need to wait in a long line to pass through a meticulous inspection.