![]() Someone came to me to tell me that my son Ahmad had been injured. In 52 years, the armed conflict in Colombia killed 220,000 people, 40,000 disappeared and 6 million got internally displaced. And you take your coffee and your small bread roll”.ĭIANA, 50 years old, Columbian. I told him: “Yes, sweetie, I smoke a cigarette and I take a coffee. He told me: “What about your cigarette? Because you can’t go without your cigarette”. I told my son to go get himself a coffee and a small bread roll because we could not afford anything else and that I would get a coffee. We were cold, we were hungry, in other words, it was misery. We arrived at the park of La Tebaido with a thousand pesos in our pocket and tree or four change of clothes. We had enough to go all the way to La Tebaida, in Quindio. Then, my son and I, we disguised ourselves, we got in a taxi, and the police escorted us for part of the way. I kept on going, scared, up to the city hall where a magistrate gave me a letter saying I could it use anywhere to file a complaint and explain why I got moved. They said I had 24 hours to flee with my son, otherwise, my family would have to deal with the consequences. In the morning, I was on my way to the city hall when two men on a motorcycle, wearing a balaclava, stopped me and threatened me. They hung a sign on him saying he was a cockroach. That night, he left for work and they killed him. He was a very dear friend of mine, very close to us. A friend then told me that they planned to kill my son, because he had not join them: “get the kid out of here because they are going to kill him”. My oldest son was about 20, 21 years old. Until the move…My children had become men. I, for fear of retaliation against my family, did not say anything.Īfter that, I tried to resume a normal life. They hit me, they abused me, they insulted me. In fact during all this time, the only ones who realised that there was something going on were my bosses because they saw in what condition I came back, the day FARC threw me on the road. I never said anything to my family, nor to anyone. ![]() They kept me for two days in the mountains, and they did to me whatever they wanted to. You think that everything is falling apart. After being raped, you feel very bad, you feel dirty, it is horrible. It has always been difficult to talk about it. There were several of them, and I could not defend myself. I was out shopping for breakfast when they kidnapped me. In 1995, I was sexually assaulted by the FARC, who predominantly occupied the Territory of Cauca Valley.
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