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

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The Swamp 359us. It felt like miles. I started to pass time by engag<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> little experiments.I’d l<strong>in</strong>ger by Ingrid’s space and see how long it would take forAmahón to go to <strong>the</strong> guards. Usually it didn’t take very long.Aga<strong>in</strong>, I couldn’t understand why Ingrid was <strong>the</strong> one who was be<strong>in</strong>gdiscipl<strong>in</strong>ed and I wasn’t. I knew that Tom, Keith, and I had conductedourselves well, but none <strong>of</strong> what was be<strong>in</strong>g done to her seemed fair. Afew days after Ingrid was moved from <strong>the</strong> ma<strong>in</strong> cluster <strong>of</strong> hooches, Ispotted Enrique nearby.“What’s <strong>the</strong> deal? Why were Ingrid and I able to speak before andnow we can’t?”The sun was <strong>in</strong> Enrique’s glasses, so I couldn’t see his eyes. I movedto my left, hop<strong>in</strong>g that he would turn with me so that I could meet hiseyes. He didn’t.“Those are <strong>the</strong> rules.”“But why are those <strong>the</strong> rules now when <strong>the</strong>y weren’t before?”I moved aga<strong>in</strong> to stand directly <strong>in</strong> his l<strong>in</strong>e <strong>of</strong> sight. He folded hisarms across his chest and said, “Those are <strong>the</strong> orders from above.”I was sick to death <strong>of</strong> hear<strong>in</strong>g that, and to avoid do<strong>in</strong>g someth<strong>in</strong>g I’dregret, I walked away. I hated that helpless feel<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> speak<strong>in</strong>g to a rock.I went to sleep that night with a prayer on my lips for more patience.The next morn<strong>in</strong>g, after I’d exercised, I had my usual little break andsnack. I <strong>in</strong>tended to get a cup <strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee. A couple <strong>of</strong> coletas down, I heardshout<strong>in</strong>g. I could hear Lucho and Malagón scream<strong>in</strong>g at each o<strong>the</strong>r. Ipulled my boots on and ran over. As I was approach<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>m I could seethat Malagón had p<strong>in</strong>ned Lucho to <strong>the</strong> ground. He was kneel<strong>in</strong>g on top<strong>of</strong> him and he had Lucho’s arms immobilized. Lucho was thrash<strong>in</strong>g hislegs and twist<strong>in</strong>g his torso to try to get free. Without th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g, I ran <strong>in</strong>to<strong>the</strong> hooch, grabbed Malagón, and dragged him <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> Lucho. I wasn’treally th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g or hear<strong>in</strong>g anyth<strong>in</strong>g at all. I just saw Lucho stagger<strong>in</strong>g tohis feet like he wanted to go after Malagón aga<strong>in</strong>. I looked to <strong>the</strong> side andI saw Ingrid shriek<strong>in</strong>g and cry<strong>in</strong>g. She was crush<strong>in</strong>g some papers <strong>in</strong> herhands, and she threw <strong>the</strong>m at Malagón and stormed out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> coleta.

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