Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Ana Cecilia Lopera



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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