Embajada Secuestrado en una Carcel Colombiana
It was past two in the afternoon. In my mind, I couldn't find a adequate comparison for that rare contrast. An afternoon of the day I was ecstatic before the shelter of beautiful Colombian melodies plucked with delicate eagerness, of various instruments musicals that my Tolimean countrymen played virtuously; and now, just at the same time in the least expected place and submerged in an abysmal uncertainty of not knowing where I was going or what I was fate will hold from that afternoon.
Author: JAIME ELÍCER MORENO OSPINA