Girlfriend, I’m sorry it’s taken me years to write your memorial. I still just cannot believe that you’re gone. What a leader, friend and sister you would have been if you’d had the chance to get free of that dungeon. Your calm demeanor, your wicked sense of humor, your communication skills, and your boundless intelligence – all wasted in that tiny, wet cell. ‘Berta, I’d so hoped to see you again someday – strong and content, and confident of your choices, the way a chimpanzee was meant to live. Rest in peace.