At fifteen years old, when I started to be a little distracted by boys, one day I turned to looked back to my father to keep up with his stories but I never saw him again. A huge plane felt over our nearest city and he was coming out from his work, going back to my mothers socks small factory and he never made it. Plane felt over a factory and killed him. At the age of 49 he left this existence and become my world guide from a different form. It took me more than 20 years to understand what have happened that day. A common day, a simple day, another day that changed my life.
After three years of traveling all over Colombia with my mother and brother as if we were looking for my father soul or his voice or his stories, I finally found a place where I felt I was again home: The Rainforest. I arrived there at the age of 18 years after looking everywhere for my fathers visions and thoughts. Nature was part of my life since I was born. Fishes and the forest were all over my dreams and experiences and in just one day everything was gone. So when I finally returned to the rainforest I found a perfect place where to started my life again. I found more than I thought. I found not just nature which provides me what I needed the most but I found friends. New ones. Women and young people with their own stories. Children with hope. Families with faith. Love and tenderness in each Afro Colombian I met inside the jungle. With many of them I built a new family and learnt new ways to get connected to the world. They taught me about compassion and illusions. Their stories about their slaves relatives help me to understand a human race we should never be again. Life was perfect. I got in love and got a baby which grew up there for a few years until paradise was gone. I had to leave the rainforest as one of my best friends got raped over his dead husband and I had also a tremendous experience with five guerrilla boys. They almost raped me while I was nurturing my kid and my husband almost got killed as he tried to stopped them. As I write this, I can not stopped the tears over my cheeks as I still can not understands specially what have happened in those boys childhood to get such a bad hearts. I hope their mother might have done their best, buy I also know those mothers might have had difficult lives themselves.
I encouraged women to get out their silence. Any type. All. Anyone. I started working with them as the young one´s to help them to find a way. With a small computer connected to a social telephone line gave us all hope. It show us what was happening out there....and still is.
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