Inside liberty Last week, I entered Liberty. Other than a staircase, bolts and framework...it was pretty empty. It was not cold or warm. It seemed to have no temperature. I have always wanted to be inside liberty. I passed her serval times and wondered what it would be like. Now, I was here. It was surreal. Empty but surreal. From the outside, her presence offered the concept of hope and freedom for everyone on land and for those who passed her when travelling towards land.