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

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76 OUT OF CAPTIVITYwhere. The tablas rested on top <strong>of</strong> a couple <strong>of</strong> ropes. Th<strong>in</strong> wire rosevertically from <strong>the</strong> slats and ano<strong>the</strong>r rope ran parallel to <strong>the</strong> supportsunder <strong>the</strong> slats on each side. Toge<strong>the</strong>r those wires and ropes formed ath<strong>in</strong> handrail.Fifty feet below us was a dried riverbed with just a trickle <strong>of</strong> waterand some massive rocks. Slip and fall and you were a splat and not atype <strong>of</strong> lawyer. The FARC must have sensed our unease because <strong>the</strong>ytold us that if <strong>the</strong> bridge started sway<strong>in</strong>g too much, we should just grab<strong>the</strong> rope handrail and push it out away from ourselves. That would puttension on all <strong>the</strong> strung supports to stabilize everyth<strong>in</strong>g. On a goodday, it would have been a sweaty-palm cross<strong>in</strong>g, but given how weakand light-headed we all were, this would be a knee buckler. Only oneperson could be on <strong>the</strong> bridge at a time, so it took a while until we allmade <strong>the</strong> cross<strong>in</strong>g.We each went, and when Tom, <strong>the</strong> last to cross, made it over, hestood next to me, his face twisted <strong>in</strong> a knot <strong>of</strong> anger and disbelief.“Why would anyone build a bridge out here <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> hell andgone? This makes no sense.” Marc and I looked at each o<strong>the</strong>r, and wewere both about to say it, when Tom waved us <strong>of</strong>f, “Don’t say it! Don’tsay it! ¿Quién sabe?”I felt bad for Tom. He was a pilot first and foremost, and he’d spenthis life hav<strong>in</strong>g to th<strong>in</strong>k logically, problem-solve efficiently, and view <strong>the</strong>world as an orderly and explicable place. He and I had been chew<strong>in</strong>gon <strong>the</strong> possible answers to what happened that caused <strong>the</strong> plane we’dseen a few days before to plant itself on <strong>the</strong> ridgel<strong>in</strong>e <strong>of</strong> that mounta<strong>in</strong>.Tom’s methodical, precise mental ratchet<strong>in</strong>g through <strong>the</strong> possibleoptions had served him well <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> past, but it didn’t <strong>in</strong> our currentsituation.Tom and Marc took <strong>of</strong>f ahead <strong>of</strong> me, and I assumed my place at <strong>the</strong>back <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> l<strong>in</strong>e. With about forty FARC guerrillas ahead <strong>of</strong> me, Tomand Marc disappeared <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> jungle, and soon we came to a series <strong>of</strong>makeshift shelters—slightly more advanced versions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> temporary

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