Torture in
the camp
When I was 10
years old, I got into in an scout group, in Urrao the town where I lived.
We used to
walk around the field, to cross rivers, to walk up mountains and to pass a lot of
obstacles with a very heavy bag in the back, but my older brother always
carried mine.
I was a very
fearful girl, and I remember that while my friends were happy doing those
things, I was nervous, crying and waiting for everybody’s help
In the
evenings we camped, my friends were happy sleeping all together, but I was
scared of the night, the animals and the ghosts, then I prefered to sleep in a
house with the nuns that went with us.
Although it
was a torture for me to go to the camps and my friends always laughted at me,
they helped me, and I never wanted to leave, because I was with my cousins and
I felt that I had friends.
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