Trip

I needed to see my brother; he was with a group of soldiers I did not know what was going on with him. I just knew he was in Miraflores jungle, and in that place guerilla group stayed too. There were some kilometers from my house to that place, but nobody could go there because it was very dangerous. The only possibility to know if my brother was good was going until that place by walking.

One night I prepared some meal for my brother, his favorite meal, I took some supplies and I put my boots and a jacket. It was about 9: pm that was the time which the members of my family were sleep, because they never would have allowed me to go to look for my brother. Then I started to walk toward Miraflores. Before guerilla arrived there that place was a little town with some habitants but then they left it because of the war conflict. So it was forbidden for civil people to get there without permission. I had not seen my brother about six months, the last thing I knew was that he got into that uninhabited place with other soldiers. I walked almost the whole night into the darkness of the night; the image of my brother’s smile was a strong motivation which gives me courage and energy. It was a trip by myself. When I was arriving there it was about 4: am at that moment I started to get afraid because I did know where my brother exactly would be placed. I heard some cries of men but far away, and then I was walking without making noise. I did not know what to do because it was dark and how could I recognize if those cries belonged to soldiers or to guerrilleros?. If it would had been possible to make a call it would have been easy but there was not any technological communication there because it was the very bottom of the jungle. So I decided to wait among the branches while the light of the day arrived. I was sat very quite in a hide place. But I was not so scared because I was thinking about him, the most I needed was to know he was alive and fine.

The day almost arrived I was so tired and in a moment I was getting sleep. Suddenly someone put his hand on my mouth I got congealed. I heard a calm voice that said me “what the hell are you doing here?”, and that was his voice, I could not cry of emotion because he made me a signal of keep in silence. The bliss I felt in that moment worth the whole night walking and many things this in world. He hugged me and kissed me with almost tears on his eyes, but of course he was troubled because it was a big unexpected surprise. He said “the whole night I was thinking and feeling about you sweetie”. And he added “I know how much you love me and nothing can measure my love for you, but you did not do well, you risked your life”. In some way he was right but, the desperation of not knowing anything about him was killing me anyway.