Open Letter 

Dear persistent Colombia’s war.

    We know each other from long before so let’s avoid the hypocritical greetings and let’s go straight to the point. Have you been trying to communicate something to me these last days? I know I have stopped watching news but you don’t know how stressful that has became, I know that maybe you are a little bit offended because all I do with the newspaper is to use it as an envelope to ripe my avocados and bananas but most of the people do that in this country so I wonder why do you want me to keep reading about you. It hasn’t been enough for you? Don’t you realize I have to see you everyday in the face of the homeless little kids of my neighborhood?  Isn’t enough for you that I have to listen to stories about you in some of my relative’s voices? Isn’t enough for you all these years I’ve tortured myself wondering why do you exist, wondering how did we get to this point where there is not an act that can make us react and try to fight you? It hasn’t been enough? For real? Do you remember that day when I got home and my dad was watching the news and an old woman appeared in the T.V crying because her son was found killed and she couldn’t understand why her son was found wearing a F.A.R.C’s uniform? Do you remember it turned out to be our honorable army who killed that boy and it took one day to find out that there were so many other similar cases in the whole country? You don’t know what I felt that day.

All my life I’ve been waiting to tell you this, all my life I have wanted to tell that I fucking hate you, that you have taken away from me any possibility to feel pride for this country, that thanks to you all I feel for this country is a huge desperate deception, a deep sadness, so tell me son of a bitch what have you been trying to tell me? That you are always going to be there for me? I bet it’s that. Right?  

P.S: Say hi to your parents, weapons and cocaine and tell them that to me, they were as exciting as sex.

V.H.I