Twenty-eight years after my rebirth as a free human being, I felt the urge to write the story of my life as it was in captivity, with the goal of creating an awareness of the willpower that is tucked away in all of us and of which we are not conscious. When the need arises, it stands by and allows us to master the most difficult situations that life may have in store. In sharing my story, I wish to give a ray of hope to all of those who might encounter a similar situation someday.
Prologue
She is known as Lili, and believe it or not, she owes this fact to her little sister who was unable to pronounce her proper name and shortened it to Lili. Its really her nickname, but sometimes when she is with her sisters and they call her Lili in front of their friends, they, too, call her Lili, not knowing any better. Her grandchildren also call her Lili, so as you can see, it has a lot of meaning for her. The sound of Lili is harmonious and she would even say it has a happy ring to it.
Lili had two things going for her: a very fine sense of humour and keen intuition. Her classmates at school would sometimes call her a witch, for whatever she said, always came true. This intuition never failed her. Being the eldest of five girls, and born into a prominent family, she always sensed that one day she would be kidnapped. Yes, that is the wordkidnapped. In those days, she used to smoke and therefore could not bear the thought of being kidnapped without having a pack of cigarettes, so she always made sure she had plenty in the car. A lot of good that did when the time came. But, dear Reader, I am getting ahead of myself so allow me to start from the beginning.
As I said, Lilis intuition never failed her and so, after having spoken her fears and anguish about not wanting to stay in Colombia, and not having been listened to, she went about her daily chores with a huge sense of unease, always expecting something to happen. When the day was over, she would invariably let out a sigh of relief, grateful that the unexpected had spared her once again. You could say it was a really weird situation.
She drove out to the farm one day, stopped at a gas station and filled up the car, bought an ice cream, then turned around and went home. Now, why did I do that? she asked herself time and time again. It would not be until many months later, under completely different circumstances, that she would find the answer.
Then there was the issue of her daughters fifteenth birthday. The persistent feeling that she would not be there to attend the party had her totally in its grip. So, when the important day finally came and went, and Lili was there with the rest of the family, she let out another huge sigh of relief. She asked herself out loud if her intuition could be sending the wrong messages.
I certainly hope so! she answered. But she was none too sure.
Life went on as usual and with every passing week, Lili was more and more convinced that her intuition had been playing tricks on her and that she had nothing to fear. What she didnt know was that she had only been granted some extra time. While in Europe for Christmas, she shared these fears with her family.
No need to worry, they only kidnap men, she was told. If only they had known how mistaken they were.
Chapter 1
Lili returned from Europe, happy and carefree, going about her business, which partially consisted of driving out to the farm an hours drive from the capital city, Bogota, to look after a few cows she had there. Those cows were really special and one, in particular, was quite a character. Her name was Paloma, which means pigeon in English. But she was definitely not the size of a pigeon. She was hugeand what an appetite she had.
Ripe bananas were her favourite and when Lili would enter the grass field with an armful of the ripe fruit, Paloma would follow her around like a shadow, not taking her eyes off of her. I cannot talk about the bananas without mentioning the carrots. This vegetable is very important, for it is said that if one feeds carrots to a cow, milk production increases.
Lili was so unconcerned about her safety, apparently having left her fears in Europe, that she stopped on her way to the farm to buy two sacks full of carrots at a carrot field, and have them loaded into her jeep. It had been a month since her return, and for once, she was not driving to the farm alone; she had company; a girlfriend and a plumber were with her.
On the summit of a nearby mountain, not far from the farm, was an important military post. Lili was happy, chatting and laughing as she drove on the narrow, winding road. Luckily, being a weekday, there was not much traffic. Then suddenly she slammed on the brakes.
I nearly went through the windshield! shouted her girlfriend.
Im awfully sorry, but do you see the checkpoint? Something must have happened over at the military post.
A soldier was holding an automatic weapon while a white Toyota blocked the road. Lili caught a glimpse of a blue truck. Holding her papers in her hand, she opened the car door and got out, as did her travelling companions. A man dressed in white trousers with a gun in his hand walked over to her and said, A colonel of the army wants to speak to you. Your brother is suspected of drug trafficking.