The participants’ spirits seem to dampen mid-way in our journey. Things get more silent, solemn, and sad. Arriving at the Puente de Urama highlands, victims’ family members tell us of the paramilitary checkpoint set up here in the past which controlled the flow of people and food, and where theydetained, tortured and disappeared peasant farmers, tossing them into the river. It is sad to think about this recurrent history in Colombia—the blood-stained rivers converted into mass graves.
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