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Out of Captivity : Surviving 1,967 Days in the Colombian Jungle

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226 OUT OF CAPTIVITYeracy. Like nearly everyone on <strong>the</strong> planet, I had heard <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> books and<strong>the</strong> films that followed <strong>the</strong>ir publication. I hadn’t read <strong>the</strong>m, but afterI got <strong>the</strong> book at Caribe, I carried it around th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g that s<strong>in</strong>ce it was akids’ book, it might prove helpful <strong>in</strong> learn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> language better.I read <strong>the</strong> book and kept my journal with me. It seemed as if onevery page I was com<strong>in</strong>g across fifteen or so words that I was unfamiliarwith. I’d jot those words down <strong>in</strong> my notebook and look <strong>the</strong>m up later<strong>in</strong> Gloria’s dictionary. Sometimes I read aloud to Tom and he helpedme get through, but not surpris<strong>in</strong>gly some words didn’t seem to translate.As Tom read with me, we were both sucked <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> world J. K.Rowl<strong>in</strong>g had created. I’d started out read<strong>in</strong>g it with an agenda—to learnmore Spanish <strong>in</strong> order to cut through some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> clouds <strong>of</strong> deceptionand doubt that our communication with <strong>the</strong> politicians had produced. Iended up almost completely forgett<strong>in</strong>g about all that and just enjoy<strong>in</strong>g<strong>the</strong> story.In early September <strong>of</strong> 2004, I learned via radio that my mo<strong>the</strong>rwas <strong>in</strong> Colombia. By <strong>the</strong>n, Orlando and Ingrid had worked out a systemto share <strong>the</strong> radio. I found out that one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> reasons why Ingridwanted a radio <strong>in</strong> her possession was that she received messages fromher mo<strong>the</strong>r nearly every day <strong>the</strong> programs were broadcast. She wasextremely close to her mo<strong>the</strong>r, and her mo<strong>the</strong>r’s devotion to her wasclear from <strong>the</strong> frequency <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> messages. When I heard this, I felt alittle bad about <strong>the</strong> whole radio ordeal. My mom and Ingrid’s momwere a lot alike <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir desire to stay <strong>in</strong> contact with <strong>the</strong>ir children. Iheard messages from my mom far more frequently than anyone elseamong <strong>the</strong> three <strong>of</strong> us.When I learned that my mom was <strong>in</strong> Colombia, part <strong>of</strong> me wasafraid because it wasn’t a particularly safe place for her to be. At <strong>the</strong>same time, though, I was thrilled just to know that she was that muchcloser to me and proud that she’d come to Colombia to meet withpeople <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> government and family members <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r hostages. The

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