Dear Kitty, ...Believe me, when you've been cooped up for a year and a half, there are times when you can't take it anymore. In defiance of any justice or any ingratitude, it's impossible to shake this feeling.

To ride a bike, to dance, to whistle, to discover the world, to feel young, to know that I am free, these are the things I want, and yet I mustn't show anything, because - think about it a little - if all eight of us start complaining or walking around with long faces, where will we end up?