I know horror only by words. I migrated voluntarily and even so I had nightmares for years. I can´t nor I won´t imagine, much less experience what happens to people when they escape from misery or war, risking their lives to be exploited or enslaved by human traffickers. Finally arriving to a strange country only to be returned again to their starting point. I only see what is shown to me. I brush against the skin of the monster with the tips of my fingers.