Believing that it was still too early and the conditions had not yet matured for "cunning" plans, I was keeping it in artificial suppression with great difficulty, and it seemed to understand. But when it awoke, it would raise the whole world to its feet. Its screams were its own torturous speech, saying things that a thousand wise men could not express.
It pierced my temples, completely took me over. I was unable to hide it. It was visible in my every move. In my walk, in my gaze, in my words. It demanded insistently, here and now, its right to freedom, and how could I silence it? How can the will to live be restrained?
This beast would not bow to the chain. It forbade me to live and even more so to accept captivity as a normal state. It kept me in constant alertness, endlessly searching for an escape route. To dig, to cut through bars, to blow up the walls, to build a ladder to climb to the stars, until it discovered the great exit.
To be freed from the encircling dance of the vampires that the human vampires set up all around. Until it could be out there, far away. To have the foliage of the forest under its feet, the pure mountain wind in its lungs, and to listen to the echo of its voice under the starlight.
