Because by Ingrid Urán

Because Because the phone rang., and that's sound can be horrible.

Because the paramilitaries was fighting with the guerrilla.

Because the town was beautiful and it had a huge river flow into the Pacif ocean.

Because december 2003 was the last one when whole my family and relatives spent time together.

Because my cousin met a paramilitary man and she fell in love of him.

Because one by one staret to leave town.

Because people were afraid of losing their life.

Because that night was dark and the rain fell out, the guns were fired and people ran away and screamed.

Because the phone rang and a voice said: “your uncles were killed.”

Because I told news to them.

Because my family is closer, my others uncles picked up the corpses.

Because the paramilitares' money was stolen.

Because the phone rang again and I heard a new voice.

Because I cried: “NO,no, that's not possible.”

Because They killed my favourite uncle and aunt's husband without a reason.

Because my cousin knew that nobody could pick up their corpses and she did not tell us anything.

Because the life is not FAIR I wanted to tell you.