Day 54 – Will I die, miss?

breaks my heart. The little boy asking over and over again "will I die?" He doesn't understand what's happening. Where everyone is and why he is in so much pain. The incredible pain, the tears and most of all the utter confusion on that little boy's face.

Day 3 – Here comes the sun

One of the first things I did when I woke up yesterday, was check the news on the referendum in Colombia. A few weeks ago, a dear friend of mine raised her voice at the very special moment. Surrounded by our camp community, which had become our family, she just heard about the peace negotiations in her home country. I remember the thickness of her voice, filled with emotion and hope. Never was the ending of the war in Colombia so close. Finally peace.

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