Female Guerrillas of FARC

- You know, this makes me suffer. But not for what you might think. Some comrades, already had asked me why I refused them. They think that it is a class attitude, but the reason is another one. I have a very great idea of love and still I did not find somebody that opens me to love...
Of course Gloria, Eliana, Jenny, Adriana, Yurleni, Isabel were alias names. I am unaware of their real names.

	Female Guerrillas of FARC
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At FARC headquarters, in San Vicente del Caguan, I knew another guerrilla, Nora, of whom I preserve, clear, in memory of someone who appeared to me the as the symbol of the women of the FARC.

She was then in the relative legality of age and therefore I published the picture of her in a news article. A friend had fallen in combat a short while before.

Nora attended to the reception of all the foreigners who arrived at the Demilitarized Zone. There many journalists appeared who were more intent for interviews with the outstanding leaders of FARC, including Manuel Marulanda, the legendary Shot Fijo whose death had been announced twenty times by successive governments. The task was difficult, but Nora resolved the most delicate problems. The voice and the sweetness of the guerrilla disarmed the protest, when the visitors did not get what they intended. She combined a moving gentleness with the firmness of a veteran combatant.

She closed herself when my questions happened on her inner world. She never spoke to me of her lost companion, but the word sadness went up in my memory when listening to her. On the day in which I said goodbye I gave her a pair of boots and a lantern. Indispensable in the forest, they would not have more usefulness for me.

- They can be useful for some comrade? I commented almost ashamed.

Nora hugged me, without a word, and her gracias compañero came accompanied by the only smile that I saw sketched on her those days.

Today, when I read or listen to slanders about FARC, my thoughts travel to the jungles and mountains of Columbia. In the whirlwind of images that involve me, it is not without impassioned admiration that I am moved and again see the guerrillas that I knew there. Those women appear to me as the symbol of confidence in the revolutionary transformation of life.

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