In life we make choices that leads us to the limit of extremes of survival.
Drug dealers! I chose life!
The darkness of the coffin was choking me, the air was already little for
me and my anguish at being there poured into my soul, and with my arms and legs
tied i felt life when the car squealed on the bumpy road entering the
Cordillera.
The certainty that it was my last journey was growing and giving a pain
within the heart, of the soul. And with that pain I did feel life, which
despaired me even more.
And despair took me for the habit I had left. I started praying. He didn't
pray for me, but he prayed for those I was going to leave.
And as you recall in my loved ones, despair has taken me even more.
Suddenly lightning and thunder, in the heat and then I felt my body hit
violently inside the coffin, in piroutos like a roller coaster with its ups and
downs. I never imagined that death would be this practically acrobatic.
And in
that event, I felt the coffin that I was being flung and with the impact of a
fall hitting something, it skidded throwing its pieces aloft and along I was
part of that coffin was thrown through trees and branches.
It was a terrible pain, but I wasn't worried about it. I saw the light
again, the air came through my narins. And how good I was alive, all broken,
but alive.
I wondered if it was heaven or hell.
It was the woods of Bolivia. Then tied to my feet and hands I got up, and I
saw that the vehicle that was carrying me in that coffin flipped, leaving a
trail down, with two bodies torn apart and some whole.
They were erquila's men, the captain of the cocaine cartel in those parts.
And they would certainly introduce me to him and bury me alive. But like a
miracle of miracles, the coffin that would define my death gave me life. And
with pain and maybe a fractured leg I was alive.
But Erquila's men will not fail to comply with what he has asked. They'd
pay with death if they didn't.
Then at the top of the cliff, another car coming
after dumped some armed men, who went down with desperation to see if I was
dead.
And how life had given me another chance to try hard to earn it. With
difficulties I began to rub one of the ropes on a nearby rock until it broke,
then with despair I untied my feet and started running. The cliff is difficult
to access, but Erquila's men have fulfilled their mission.
I started running, and some men saw me. They shot me like I was a servant.
I wanted my meat. The blessed forest helped me dodge, but the shots cut through
the trees.
The forest knew that evil was acting, it silenced. Maybe to watch the
spectacle of hunting and hunting, or why it's too evolved to meddle in human
affairs.
In the distance between the gunshots and the screams of those demons I
could hear the noise of a river, dense murky and strong waters. It was life
calling me again.
The demons of Erquila were getting closer and closer and again then death
seemed to win me over.
I hid in a huge rock as they passed me.
And the bastards went to the river. Now I was after them, and I waited for
the silence. The shots have ceased. It was certainly a trap of those kids. But
the fear that they would come back and get me expanded and I couldn't control
it. I ran out into the river, and if I know the size of this river, I threw
myself over its waters. They'd save me. Just them.
And as the waters carried me, I could see some of Erquila's men on the
shores looking for me and when they searched for me they were desperately
saving their lives.
The forest watched everything.
The blessed waters of the river were healing me. They were rapids not very
brave, but that protected me. I can swim, I grew up in these rivers and
forests. And further on with the calm water, I played the bank and followed the
course of the river leading me to a small village.
Certainly territory of Erquila, from there, followed by the forest and by
the margin to the border with Brazil. It was days and nights when I ate worm
and fruit collected in the woods, sometimes on some rural property.
Sometimes I thought it was a blessing, sometimes hell wouldn't be like
that. And when entering The Brazilian territory with clandestine, did not fear
to be arrested.
In drug trafficking, I've always been in jail. And what would be a
prison! Four walls or the violence of
not being able to breathe and see life.
Now I was going to São Paulo to meet my wife I sent months ago, work with
her relatives in Korean clothing. Maybe it was another prison, but I was free
now to choose my prison. No prison that drug trafficking has imposed on me
since the twelve years when they robbed me of my family that I never saw or
knew.
Now I was going to go to family that i raise. And free for not killing
three boys that Erquila ordered and that for not having killed they handed him
over to the police a deposit of coca paste.
Unforgivable damage to Erquila's
coffers.
I couldn't kill boys like he wanted to. Life now gave me a woman who was
expecting a child of mine. And that resurrected the strength in me in having a
family.
I couldn't wait to get to Sao Paulo and see my boy.
Life now seemed like horizons.
Let
him pray for life.
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