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

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260 OUT OF CAPTIVITY<strong>in</strong> this place and he was talk<strong>in</strong>g about kill<strong>in</strong>g himself. That was what<strong>the</strong> FARC did to its own, that was its gift to its members. If you had aconscience, it seemed your only option out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> madness was to endit all. Eliécer had a strong enough sense <strong>of</strong> self to know that what <strong>the</strong>ywere do<strong>in</strong>g was wrong. He recognized that he was be<strong>in</strong>g abused andasked to do <strong>in</strong>humane th<strong>in</strong>gs to o<strong>the</strong>rs. Unfortunately for him, he wasalso smart enough to realize that <strong>the</strong>re were few choices left for him.He’d been trapped for so long, he could no longer fathom <strong>the</strong> idea <strong>of</strong>freedom. What made th<strong>in</strong>gs worse was that he’d probably never evenknown it to beg<strong>in</strong> with. He was essentially a slave, and <strong>the</strong> fact that he’drealized this made his life that much harder.My one-less-is-a-good-th<strong>in</strong>g rule was completely out <strong>the</strong> w<strong>in</strong>dow atthat po<strong>in</strong>t. I walked to <strong>the</strong> fence.“What are you talk<strong>in</strong>g about? Look at us. I mean, look at our futureand what it holds for us. You’ll never see us want to give up liv<strong>in</strong>g.”Hear<strong>in</strong>g yourself say<strong>in</strong>g words out loud that you didn’t even wantto th<strong>in</strong>k was tough—that he had a better chance <strong>of</strong> gett<strong>in</strong>g out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>rethan we did, that he just had to make <strong>the</strong> choice to go. We were worriedabout him, and for <strong>the</strong> next few nights we listened to hear if he was <strong>in</strong>a bad way. A few days later, he was on duty to br<strong>in</strong>g us our morn<strong>in</strong>gc<strong>of</strong>fee and food. He looked like shit. His eyes were bloodshot and redrimmedlike he’d been on a two-day alcohol bender, and <strong>the</strong> bags underhis eyes seemed big enough to pull his entire body down.The next time we got a chance to speak, he said a lot <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sameth<strong>in</strong>gs. He was tired <strong>of</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g worked like a dog. He just wanted to bereleased or sent to a farm where he could do work that didn’t kill him.He just couldn’t take it anymore. For <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> our stay <strong>the</strong>re, it wentlike that. With each day that passed, we worried even more about <strong>the</strong>guy. He didn’t get much better, but he was at least able to keep slogg<strong>in</strong>gaway. I hoped he would be able to hold out until some o<strong>the</strong>r optionpresented itself.Ano<strong>the</strong>r guy whom we connected with over Milton’s oppressiveness

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