When I learned the details of what happened, I couldn't continue my life as if I hadn't known. I couldn't turn the page and forget. I tried. But I failed. The pain of knowing was different. It weighs down the soul and body together, and the feeling of helplessness was greater than my ability to bear. I knew! So what next? Can you do something? The only thing that eased me was to write what happened, This is all I can do, (Prison Literature)