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

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314 OUT OF CAPTIVITYEven <strong>in</strong> our sleep-deprived state, it didn’t take long for us to realizethat we had been relocated to a camp with o<strong>the</strong>r hostages. When I firstsaw one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir faces I was both excited and sad. I was happy to seesome <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> military guys who’d been separated from us dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>forty-day march after Caribe. Armando Castellanos was one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> firstto spot me and he was literally jump<strong>in</strong>g up and down. He was alwaysa really emotional guy, and he started cry<strong>in</strong>g and put his arms aroundme. When I hugged him back, I thought I had my arms around a bag<strong>of</strong> brooms. Armando had always been a fit guy, but he had gotten veryth<strong>in</strong>. He told me he had hepatitis, and though his sk<strong>in</strong> didn’t show anysigns <strong>of</strong> it, he was almost unrecognizable. Despite his physical condition,he was <strong>the</strong> same upbeat, positive guy.As was always <strong>the</strong> case dur<strong>in</strong>g our captivity, this was a good-news/bad-news deal. On <strong>the</strong> one hand, I was pleased to see <strong>the</strong>ir familiarfaces; on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r, it was devastat<strong>in</strong>g that <strong>the</strong>se eight military prisonerswere still <strong>in</strong> captivity. All <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m had been <strong>in</strong> custody years longerthan we had. In <strong>the</strong> time s<strong>in</strong>ce <strong>the</strong> forty-day march, we had speculatedendlessly about what happened to everyone. We’d also wondered a lot<strong>of</strong> times about when we might get put back <strong>in</strong>to a group <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r prisoners.The eight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m seemed thrilled to see us, too, and our littlereunion was a mix <strong>of</strong> handshakes, pats on <strong>the</strong> back, questions and answers,and a rush <strong>of</strong> excited chatter. Mak<strong>in</strong>g th<strong>in</strong>gs even better was <strong>the</strong>fact that we were go<strong>in</strong>g to be mixed <strong>in</strong> with a group <strong>of</strong> military andpolice guys. Based on our time <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> political camp, I knew <strong>the</strong>y conducted<strong>the</strong>mselves <strong>the</strong> way that I wanted to handle my captivity.Once I got through greet<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> eight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, I saw two more peoplestand<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>re—Ingrid and Lucho. Life had not been easy on any<strong>of</strong> us for <strong>the</strong> last two years and it showed <strong>in</strong> all <strong>of</strong> our faces, our eyes,and <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> way we carried ourselves. Ingrid and Lucho seemed as dim<strong>in</strong>ishedphysically as <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> us, but it was <strong>the</strong>ir attitudes that hadchanged <strong>the</strong> most. They were genu<strong>in</strong>ely glad to see us and <strong>the</strong>ir warmgreet<strong>in</strong>g was <strong>in</strong> stark contrast to <strong>the</strong>ir behavior when <strong>the</strong>y’d first seen

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