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    Publication Date: 2024-04-01
    Description: The phrase "if you see someone alive, tell them the same", left her scarred. Jenny could not imagine seeing her comrades dead, those with whom she had shared part of her life. The lieutenants had died and several of their comrades had fallen with them. Jenny and Maritza ran as they had never run before. They didn't care about anything. "But this image will never be erased from my mind: in the middle of the run we made, Yuli, one of our youngest comrades, only eight years old, was coming up with her arm shattered and begging not to be left to die. But she didn't even finish these words when one of those guerrilla sons of bitches shot her in the back. Maritza and I were paralyzed; there was nothing left of the race we had been running, only the mere agitation of breathing. I thought, then, that my moment had come. Those were the longest seconds of my life. All I could think about was my mother, how she would be, if she would have found out what was happening, because in a small town everything is known" (Fragment of a chronicle).
    Description: La frase “si ven a alguien vivo díganle lo mismo”, la dejó marcada. Jenny no se imaginaba ver muertos a sus compañeros, aquellos con los que había compartido parte de su vida. Los tenientes habían muerto y varios de sus compañeros habían caído junto a ellos. Jenny y Maritza corrieron como nunca lo habían hecho. No les importaba nada. “Pero esta imagen nunca se me va a borrar de la mente: en medio de la carrera que echamos, Yuli, una de nuestras compañeras más pequeñas, de tan sólo ocho añitos, venía acercándose con el brazo destruido y suplicando que no la dejaran morir. Pero ni siquiera alcanzó a terminar de pronunciar estas palabras cuando un hijueputa de esos guerrilleros le dio un tiro por la espalda. Maritza y yo nos quedamos paralizadas; de la carrera que traíamos ya no quedaba nada, sólo el mero agite de la respiración. Pensé, entonces, que me había llegado el momento. Fueron esos los segundos más largos de mi vida. Sólo podía pensar en mi mamá, en cómo estaría, en si ya se habría enterado de lo que estaba pasando, pues en pueblo chiquito todo se sabe” (Fragmento de una crónica).
    Keywords: Guerra; guerrillas; muerte; pueblos ; thema EDItEUR::N History and Archaeology::NH History
    Language: Spanish
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