The man in the bathtub by Quinny Martínez

Escribí este relato para un amigo al que quiero mucho, un hombre que en medio de aquella cruel guerra que machacaba a la Colombia de finales de los 90’s nunca se rindió.

Gobblers / Masticadores

Picture taken from Pinterest


Dedicated to: Alirio Gonzáles Pérez – Director of Children’s Audiovisuals School, Belén De Los Andaquíes, Caquetá, Colombia.

That day his life changed; it was four in the afternoon, and suddenly he was surrounded by the sound of bullets and bombs, the product of an incomprehensible war that devastated everything. Nerves seized his mind and his trembling body that at that moment gave him very little. He leaned out the door as best he could, but only the voices of the people in the despair of the thunderous steps of death were heard; because when death lurks the heart knows it. The rampant war through towns and cities, taking whoever it touched ahead, making landscapes rivers of tears and blood.

He ran for his life, threw himself on the cold floor as the bullets approached and went into the bathroom, like in the movies seen on…

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