Meeting people is one of the most important aspects of travelling. However, most of such meetups while end in what I call "One Day Stands": Meeting, getting along well and then never see each other again.
As we entered the facility, dozens of children storm to the iron bars that held them inside their cells. The stifling hot room was made up of three different compartments and a small area for staff. In two compartments, about three dozen teenage boys have confined to space the size of an average Western living room. One compartment was reserved for a handful of young girls, separated from the boys only by iron bars. Among them a mother with a small child. A child which had been born in the prison and that had yet to see the light outside of it.