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

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252 OUT OF CAPTIVITYcomrades were all watch<strong>in</strong>g, and if I didn’t do it, I would be ashamed. Ihad to do it <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> spirit <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> revolution or <strong>the</strong>y would kill me.”We liked Mono and we liked what he could do for us, but <strong>the</strong> cold<strong>in</strong>difference <strong>of</strong> that story revealed, if not his true nature, <strong>the</strong>n what hehad been transformed <strong>in</strong>to by <strong>the</strong> FARC. We didn’t say a lot to Mono.We hadn’t thought <strong>of</strong> him as a killer, but he was. I added to my librarya sober<strong>in</strong>g reality—new, unbearably grim images <strong>of</strong> ways I could possiblydie.To combat those fears, I sat and watched <strong>the</strong> Plumber whittl<strong>in</strong>g apiece <strong>of</strong> wood while guard<strong>in</strong>g us. He used his knife to transform <strong>the</strong>stick <strong>in</strong>to a cyl<strong>in</strong>der and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>in</strong>to a sp<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g top. I’d taken a variety<strong>of</strong> shop classes and thought I was pretty decent at work<strong>in</strong>g with myhands. I asked him if he could get me a piece <strong>of</strong> wood; whittl<strong>in</strong>g andcarv<strong>in</strong>g seemed like good ways to keep my m<strong>in</strong>d occupied. The nextday he brought me a piece <strong>of</strong> wood and his knife. He asked me towhittle it <strong>in</strong>to a cyl<strong>in</strong>der. He supervised <strong>the</strong> operation and was pleasedwith my work and I was happy to have someth<strong>in</strong>g to do.I didn’t th<strong>in</strong>k that my skills were good enough yet to work on adetailed scale, so I asked <strong>the</strong> Plumber for a short log—about a foot <strong>in</strong>length. We’d asked for a chess game and never gotten one, so I decidedto carve a pawn. I needed someth<strong>in</strong>g simple that I could carve and apawn wasn’t that much different from <strong>the</strong> cyl<strong>in</strong>der I’d made for <strong>the</strong>Plumber. I spent <strong>the</strong> day whittl<strong>in</strong>g and carv<strong>in</strong>g. After I returned <strong>the</strong>knife at <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day, I showed it to Tom and Keith. They lookedat me. They looked at my project. Keith just shook his head, and whenI looked objectively at what I’d done, I could see that my pawn lookedmore like a primitive fertility idol than a chess piece.Us<strong>in</strong>g my rusty draft<strong>in</strong>g skills, I drew out my vision <strong>of</strong> a pawn. Mydraw<strong>in</strong>g was to scale, but I wasn’t completely satisfied. In one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>magaz<strong>in</strong>es Mono had stolen for us, <strong>the</strong>re was an article about a brilliantyoung Russian woman. She was supersmart but also a beautiful

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