Female Guerrillas of FARC

Daily life in the camps did not allow the privacy that today we are used to in everyday life. In the jungle, infested by transmitters of dangerous diseases, the daily bath is essential for protection of health. Women were washing in the river alongside the men in an atmosphere of camaraderie and respect that impressed me. The standards of modesty, such as we know them, could not work there. But never, not in looks or in words I never witnessed anyone with a visible chauvinistic behavior.

	Female Guerrillas of FARC
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Those, such as they, had different social origins. Some had come from great cities, others of the llanos or from the hot valleys, others still from the cold lands of the Chain of mountains. Social origins were more visible in dialog of than in behavior, because girls of peasant families had acquired a solid ideological training.

To my surprise almost all of them were pretty.

In the Classroom - the place where in the evening the group of guerrillas met to attend lectures and to debate the subject with the invited "professor" - I had the opportunity to talk more at length with some he barely knew, like Adriana and Jenny.

An army of heroes

My work demanded very frequent contacts with four: Gloria, Eliana, Yurleni and Isabel.

Gloria was the secretary without title of commander Raul Reyes. From small middle class origin, she had acquired an unusually broad Marxist training. She was the person responsible for the computers and the radio transmission services, installed in an "office" that was differentiated from caletas only by their larger dimension. They were sending encoded messages and were deciphering the ones received. Their intimacy with the world of computer science was to me as an inexperienced apprentice.

She was very beautiful and neither had the uniform affected her femininity. It was during the slow journey to El Caguan, through an unpredictable road breaking through the jungles of the region - she drove heavy cars in her past as a professional and knew that counted with me. Enough for me to glimpse at her as a character of a novel who was radiating an intense joy of living.

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