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

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320 OUT OF CAPTIVITY<strong>of</strong> a captive’s life. Be<strong>in</strong>g able to go down to <strong>the</strong> water to ba<strong>the</strong> wheneverwe wanted to also helped. Our schedule wasn’t as rigid as before.Our new jailer, Enrique, was prov<strong>in</strong>g to be a decent commandante. Hisguards were a lot more no-nonsense but at least we were be<strong>in</strong>g givensome freedoms. I liked how that felt and was develop<strong>in</strong>g a greater appetitefor more.The FARC had built a pair <strong>of</strong> volleyball courts next to our camp. Basically,<strong>the</strong>y had cleared an area <strong>of</strong> trees and undergrowth and strungan actual volleyball net between two trees <strong>the</strong>y’d left stand<strong>in</strong>g. On <strong>the</strong>o<strong>the</strong>r court, <strong>the</strong>y did <strong>the</strong> same except <strong>the</strong>y strung a v<strong>in</strong>e <strong>in</strong> place <strong>of</strong> anet. I’d never been a huge fan <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> game, but I decided to participate.Whe<strong>the</strong>r we were play<strong>in</strong>g aga<strong>in</strong>st <strong>the</strong> FARC or <strong>the</strong>re were hostages andguerrillas on <strong>the</strong> same side didn’t matter to me as much as I’d thoughtit would.The first time we played, I was stunned. In <strong>the</strong> last three and halfyears, I’d been able to exercise, I’d marched a hell <strong>of</strong> a lot, and I’deven had to triple-time it a bit. What surprised me was that I was ableto move freely, but at first I couldn’t. I had no cha<strong>in</strong>s on me, but itfelt like my feet were encased <strong>in</strong> stone. I knew I was <strong>in</strong> good enoughphysical condition to make a quick move and lunge for a ball, but mym<strong>in</strong>d wasn’t agile enough to get me to do it. I’d always loved mov<strong>in</strong>g.Whe<strong>the</strong>r I was out <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> woods somewhere carry<strong>in</strong>g my Baretta shotgunor rid<strong>in</strong>g bikes with <strong>the</strong> kids or stand<strong>in</strong>g stock still with my hands<strong>in</strong>side <strong>the</strong> guts <strong>of</strong> a Pratt & Whitney eng<strong>in</strong>e torqu<strong>in</strong>g down a bolt tospec, I wasn’t a sit still k<strong>in</strong>d <strong>of</strong> guy. Chess was a sit still k<strong>in</strong>d <strong>of</strong> game,and I eventually got around to play<strong>in</strong>g and enjoy<strong>in</strong>g it, but I was a farmore active person outside <strong>of</strong> captivity than I was <strong>in</strong>side it.These newfound freedoms at <strong>the</strong> Reunion Camp rem<strong>in</strong>ded me <strong>of</strong>just how much I was miss<strong>in</strong>g out on. Instead <strong>of</strong> this mak<strong>in</strong>g me angry,it made me more determ<strong>in</strong>ed than ever to end this game play<strong>in</strong>g andget <strong>the</strong> hell out <strong>of</strong> Dodge. It wasn’t go<strong>in</strong>g to be enough to just be on <strong>the</strong>same court as those guys. I wanted to w<strong>in</strong>, w<strong>in</strong> big, and go home.

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