The woman walked into the first class prison in Boston with calm steps. It was the third time she had visited that place. Everything there was very familiar to her. She immediately walked to the reception desk and spoke to a female guard who looked tired, to ask for access to a first-class prisoner.

"You can wait a moment at booth number three."

The room was dirty, smelly and ugly. But what could she expect from a prison? She started to get used to things and sat quietly in the only available ...