My dad was a person who always worked with the organization, helping the FARC. Sometimes I saw him leave with pots of food. He would go and we would wonder who those pots of food were for. He never told us anything. One day—you know how when you’re a kid and dying of curiosity—we wanted to know. Me and my brother followed him....
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