Freedom! It was about her and only about her that Ichthyander dreamed of, being in a cramped metal tank with musty sea water, which had a clear taste of rust, being not even able to straighten to full height. He longed for freedom with all the fibers of his soul. In fact, he was in a double prison, because this tank was in a cold, gloomy cell of an Argentine prison, into which only during the day the sun briefly penetrated through a small window with a lattice of thick steel rods...