Different people have been held prisoner, for no apparent reason. Even I have been forced to stay behind a door with a smoked glass window. I bang on the door, trying to get out.

But then it is my father who is imprisoned. Someone has wrapped him in heavy chains to a large boulder, just like Prometheus. He struggles against the chains, but can’t release himself.

I approach him. His eyes are watery, and white stubble covers his jaw. “Have you been here long?”

He nods his head. “For five days.” He starts to cry. I feel sorry for him.