‘For almost seven years, I experienced death every waking moment of my life inside the jail,’ he said.
Men take turns to sleep on the cracked cement floor of an open-air basketball court, the steps of staircases, underneath beds and hammocks made out of old blankets (pictured)
Inmates settle in for the night on the steps of a ladder inside the Quezon City jail. There is a relentless and constant battle for space
