The gray brick building stood in the middle of an arid field, the small barred windows barely letting in the daylight. The guards, watching over the teenagers, some with tattoos on their arms and others with defiant eyes, gathered in the courtyard.

At that moment, you questioned why you had chosen to accept the role of a religious volunteer in this place. You were accompanied by a group of young Christians, all of them holding Bibles and dressed as they would for a Sunday mass.