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Off in the distance, I could hear pigs squealing. Poor beasts, the guerrillas preferred to force-feed us than to leave anything behind for the military.

FORTY-SEVEN.

THE BIG DEPARTURE.

OCTOBER 1, 2004.

I had thought I was ready, but when it was time to leave, I began to reconsider all my choices. I wasn't the only one. The barracks turned into a veritable bazaar. At the last minute, everybody added other things to his load. Then we all started thinking about taking our mattresses. Lucho convinced me to take mine under my arm, bound tightly with string, and I agreed, unaware of the burden I would have to carry.

I repacked my bag completely, and once the pack was closed, Lucho lifted it up to gauge the weight and said, "It's too heavy. You won't make it."

Too late. Arnoldo was already there with the stewpot, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with food.

"You have thirty minutes to eat, wash your bowls, and be ready to leave with your equipos equipos."

We didn't eat-we stuffed ourselves. Obsessed by the thought of filling our stomachs, we couldn't taste anything we swallowed. We drank the vodka in the same way, just to add calories, not even taking the time to taste the liquid that went straight down and burned our throats.

I immediately felt as if someone were hitting me in the ribs. While I was rinsing out my bowl, s.h.i.+vers went up and down my spine. I'm getting sick, I'm getting sick, was all I had time to think. was all I had time to think.

Lucho had his hat on his head and his equipo equipo on his back. The rest were already lined up. I heard Orlando say, "They're going to chain us, those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, you'll see!" on his back. The rest were already lined up. I heard Orlando say, "They're going to chain us, those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, you'll see!"

Lucho looked at me anxiously. "Are you all right? We have to leave right away! Come here, and I'll help you on with your backpack."

When the weight of my pack finally pulled on my shoulders, I thought Lucho had hung an elephant around my neck.

I leaned forward instinctively, but it was a position that would be hard to keep up while walking.

"I told you so. Your equipo equipo is too heavy." is too heavy."

Of course he was right, but it was too late. The others were already leaving.

"Don't worry, I've been training. I'll manage."

Arnoldo gave the signal to depart. The armed guards slipped in between the prisoners, carrying backpacks that were twice as large as the ones I had seen on the guys from the southern front. I left last, glancing behind me. There were things scattered all over the prison, lifeless objects, leftovers. It looked like a Bogota slum, with dirty clothing hanging from sc.r.a.ps of rope abandoned in the trees, sheets of cardboard, and empty cans everywhere in the mud.

This is what the soldiers will find when they get here. A tropical concentration camp. The guard who'd waited to escort me must have read my mind, because he exclaimed, "There's a team that's going to stay behind to pick everything up. We'll bury it all, just in case you left your names scratched on the boards." The guard who'd waited to escort me must have read my mind, because he exclaimed, "There's a team that's going to stay behind to pick everything up. We'll bury it all, just in case you left your names scratched on the boards."

I should have thought of it, of course. I should have left some clues to put the army on the right track. The guard realized that instead of getting me to talk, he had given something away. He bit his lips, and in a hoa.r.s.e voice, adjusting his hat on his head, he barked, "Come on, get a move on! We're falling behind."

I jumped, to obey and made a superhuman effort to take ten steps forward. I couldn't understand what was happening. And yet I had trained, I was physically fit. My pride forced to me to march as if there were nothing wrong. I went by the group that had not yet left. This must be the cleaning team. This must be the cleaning team. One of the girls was leaning on a sort of railing that they had probably set up recently. She was playing with one of Sabba's little kittens, the fruit of her love affair with Tiger. One of the girls was leaning on a sort of railing that they had probably set up recently. She was playing with one of Sabba's little kittens, the fruit of her love affair with Tiger.

"What you going to do with the cats?" I asked the young girl as I went by.

"I'm going to take the kittens," she answered, lifting up her hat to show me where a second kitten was hiding.

"And the parents?"

"They'll manage on their own. They're hunters."

I looked sadly at the kittens; they wouldn't survive.

On my right was the pig pond and the place where we'd had our first caletas, caletas, on the hill. The river was ahead, swollen with the rains, the current rapid. They had also built a bridge; it wasn't there before. Sombra was leaning on it and watching my progress. on the hill. The river was ahead, swollen with the rains, the current rapid. They had also built a bridge; it wasn't there before. Sombra was leaning on it and watching my progress.

"Your load is too heavy. We're going to camp not far from here. You have to empty out your backpack. Don't even think of taking that mattress!"

I had put the mattress under my arm, without thinking. I felt ridiculous. I was sweating profusely, overwhelmed with a sticky fever.

I staggered across the bridge. The guard asked me to stop, took off my backpack, and fitted it on top of his own, behind his neck, as if he had just lifted up a feather. "Come on, follow me. We've got to hurry. It's going to be night soon."

After a quarter of an hour, at a slow jog, I saw my companions. They were all sitting in a row on their equipos. equipos. A few yards to the right, the soldiers had already set up their camp, with tents, hammocks, and mosquito nets filling the s.p.a.ce. A few yards to the right, the soldiers had already set up their camp, with tents, hammocks, and mosquito nets filling the s.p.a.ce.

My guard dropped my equipo equipo on the ground and left before I could thank him. Lucho was waiting for me. "What happened to you?" on the ground and left before I could thank him. Lucho was waiting for me. "What happened to you?"

"I'm sick, Lucho. I think something's going on with my liver. I had the same symptoms after acute hepat.i.tis a few years ago."

"It's not possible, not now, you can't do that to me!"

"I think it's the pork and the vodka. It was exactly the wrong thing to eat."

News of my condition spread. Guillermo was worried. This was really not the time to get sick. He gave me a box of silymarin, and I took the pills right away.

"Tomorrow I'm going to inspect your equipo, equipo," he said in a menacing tone of voice. "No one's going to carry it for you!"

I almost pa.s.sed out. Before leaving I had removed the machete hidden under the prison floorboards and buried it in my equipo. equipo.

FORTY-EIGHT.

HEPAt.i.tIS.

OCTOBER 2004.

Guillermo informed us that during the march he would be in charge of our group. He used his new power to make our lives impossible. He began by piling us up one on top of the other, stingily a.s.signing our s.p.a.ce in this huge jungle. Then he did his best to separate me from Lucho. Our reaction was immediate, and when we protested, he backed down. One of Lucho's arguments convinced him: "If she's sick, I'll look after her!" And it was indeed Lucho who set up my tent, my hammock, and my mosquito net. When they called to us to go and wash, I struggled to get up and get changed. Night was falling. The guard lit the way with a single flashlight beam for everyone. I was last in line and groped my way forward. We had to wash, the ten of us, in a tiny stream of water flowing in a deep and narrow gorge. The slope was steep, and you had to slide in there as best you could, clinging to branches so you wouldn't slip. By the time I got down to the stream of water, I was already covered in mud. My comrades were all standing upstream from the current. Water that had seemed clear to begin with now was brown with mud. I wasn't so much was.h.i.+ng as getting dirty. In addition, this was the time of day when the mosquitoes were out in force.

Guillermo was barking at us to hurry up and finish when I hadn't even started. What should have been a moment of relaxation turned into an ordeal. The walk back was even worse. I reached my caleta caleta dirtier than when I left, scratching uncontrollably and shaking with fever. The night was coal black, and we were all hastily unpacking clothes to change into and hanging up the ones we'd taken off, which were soaked in sweat and heavy with mud. We wrung out the T-s.h.i.+rts and shorts that we had worn to go get washed, and in the chaos I slipped the machete beneath my towel, then went to see Lucho. dirtier than when I left, scratching uncontrollably and shaking with fever. The night was coal black, and we were all hastily unpacking clothes to change into and hanging up the ones we'd taken off, which were soaked in sweat and heavy with mud. We wrung out the T-s.h.i.+rts and shorts that we had worn to go get washed, and in the chaos I slipped the machete beneath my towel, then went to see Lucho.

"Guillermo told me he was going to go through my pack tomorrow before we leave."

"Yes, I know. How do you feel?"

"Terrible. Listen, before leaving, I put the machete in my things."

"That's crazy, you have to get rid of it right away! You can't keep that in your equipo equipo!"

"I can't throw it out either-there are guards everywhere. And it might come in useful someday."

"No, I won't carry it!"

"Please. They're not going to go through your things. You'll give it back to me later."

"No, no, no!"

"What am I supposed to do, then?"

"I don't know. Throw it out somewhere."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do."

"Ah, what the heck! Give it to me. I'll take care of it. Go get some sleep. You have to be in shape for tomorrow."

I opened my eyes to see Guillermo's face peering into my mosquito net. It was already daytime, and I jumped up. I knew we had to strike camp at dawn.

"Is it time to leave?" I asked anxiously.

"No, the departure has been postponed until tomorrow. I'm going to set you up with a drip. Sit down."

He was carrying a kit with needles, tubes, and compresses. He asked me to hold a pouch containing fluid above my head, while he jabbed me inside my elbow in the other arm, looking for a vein. I clenched my teeth, looking in disgust at Guillermo's hands, his long and black fingernails. He made numerous attempts before he found a vein that satisfied him, leaving my arm covered in bruises from the wrist up.

"Show me that backpack. We're going to make it a h.e.l.l of a lot lighter!"

Guillermo laid out a black plastic sheet on the ground, emptied the contents of my pack onto it, and stopped short upon seeing the dictionary. His eyes shone with malice. He turned to me and said in an authoritarian tone, "The dictionary stays!"

"No, I'd rather leave everything else-not the dictionary."

I had answered straight back. My tone was so final I surprised even myself. He began, conscientiously, to go through the heap of objects spread on the ground. None of the books made it, except my Bible, Tom's Garcia Marquez that he refused to part with, and my dictionary.

Orlando handed me Mela's jeans. "I'm really sorry. I have too much stuff. You've got room in your backpack now."

I was afraid that Marc might do the same. But he reorganized his equipo equipo and kept my Bible in his things. Lucho, however, was very worried. and kept my Bible in his things. Lucho, however, was very worried.

"If ever they search me, they'll kill me. It's too dangerous to go walking around with this thing."

But he went on carrying the machete in his backpack.

Mine was still too heavy. Or perhaps I was too weak. As I was about to put on my backpack to leave, my legs collapsed under the weight. I fell on my knees and didn't have the strength to stand up again.

Guillermo appeared, looking triumphant. He stood in the middle of the group and shouted, "Follow me, in silence, one by one, each of you with your guard behind you! You're in luck, there are no chains for you. The first one who does something stupid gets shot! Ingrid, you go last. Leave your pack-we'll carry it for you."

I was relieved that they were carrying my pack, but something told me it wasn't a good sign. I fell in following the person in front of me, praying mechanically on my rosary.

The hour of walking through the jungle was very trying. My feet got caught in all the roots and lianas. Every other step I stumbled, and it required an incredible effort just to make my way through the vegetation. I fell behind the rest of the group, and there was no one left in front of me, so I couldn't find my way and had to guess by looking for the line of shrubs cut here and there, on either side of an imaginary track.

My guard, irritated, decided to go ahead of me, violating the instructions. I had no intention of running away. I had enough trouble as it was, putting one foot ahead of the other to follow him. I tried to stay close to him to avoid having to catch up. All it took was for him to get two strides ahead of me, and the vegetation made him invisible. If I stuck too close, the branches he shoved aside would come snapping back in my face like a whip. "Learn to keep your distance!" he brayed. I really did feel incredibly stupid. I was constantly losing my balance, and I couldn't think straight. The little bit of self-confidence that remained to me crumbled. I was at their mercy.

After half an hour, I caught up with the rest of my companions, sitting in a circle in a little clearing. We could hear the sound of a chain saw not far away. But the foliage around us was very thick, so it was impossible to see anything.

The rest stop was brief, and I was drained. Gloria came over to see me. She put her arm around my shoulders and gave me a kiss. "You look dreadful," she said.

Then she leaned over to whisper, "The others are absolutely furious. They say you're faking it. They're upset because the guards are carrying your equipo. equipo. Watch out, they're going to make your life impossible." Watch out, they're going to make your life impossible."

I didn't answer.

No one was surprised when the order came to leave. Everyone got up and tamely fell back in line in the same order. We marched slowly until we came to a bend and the river suddenly appeared, roaring, pouring through a deep gorge at full speed. They had felled a huge tree that when it landed on the other sh.o.r.e, became a majestic bridge. I saw some guerrillas crossing, and I felt dizzy just looking at them. Lucho was right ahead of me, and he turned around and took my hand, squeezing it, whispering, "I'll never be able to do that."

I watched one of the female guerrillas crossing with an enormous equipo equipo on her back, her arms extended on either side, seeking her balance like a tightrope walker. on her back, her arms extended on either side, seeking her balance like a tightrope walker.

"Yes, we'll manage. We'll do it together, very slowly, one step at a time. We'll make it."

Everyone crossed over. The guerrillas took the equipos equipos from one bank to the other for those who were having difficulty crossing. Brian, one of the guerrillas, came back over to our side when it was our turn. He took me by the hand and told me not to look down. I crossed over blinded by a fog of nausea. I looked behind me and saw Lucho trembling all over, frozen at the middle of the trunk, carrying the backpack he'd refused to give to the guerrillas for fear they might decide to go through it. At one point he placed his foot awkwardly on an indentation on the trunk and tipped backward with the weight of his from one bank to the other for those who were having difficulty crossing. Brian, one of the guerrillas, came back over to our side when it was our turn. He took me by the hand and told me not to look down. I crossed over blinded by a fog of nausea. I looked behind me and saw Lucho trembling all over, frozen at the middle of the trunk, carrying the backpack he'd refused to give to the guerrillas for fear they might decide to go through it. At one point he placed his foot awkwardly on an indentation on the trunk and tipped backward with the weight of his equipo, equipo, as if in slow motion. My throat filled with bile, I murmured to myself, "He's going to break his neck." as if in slow motion. My throat filled with bile, I murmured to myself, "He's going to break his neck."

Our eyes met at that very moment, and he thrust himself forward, precariously keeping his balance. Brian leaped onto the tree like a cat and ran to grab him by the arm to help him cross.

My muscles seemed to have seized up and become twisted in a cramp. I felt a lump surging below my rib cage. My liver, if that's what it was, had doubled in volume. The least little gesture triggered unbearable pain. I could hear Mom's voice. Was it one of the messages she'd read on the radio, coming back to me like a recording? Or had I invented these words myself in my rambling? Don't do anything that will endanger you. We want you alive. Don't do anything that will endanger you. We want you alive.

For more than ten minutes, I went on trying to walk. Most of the troops were just waiting for us to keep going. I caught up with them, bent double, one hand on my chest to hold the ball inside my ribs.

One of my companions glared at me. "Stop pretending. You're not sick, you're not even yellow!"

I heard Lucho behind me say, "She's not yellow, she's green. Leave her alone!"

Sombra was at the very head of the group. He'd been watching everything and came limping up to me now. I'd never noticed his limp before.

"What's the matter?" he barked, incredulous.

"Nothing."

"Come on, be brave. We have to go now."

I didn't know what to say.

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