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Fleas, carnivorous ants

ticks, mosquitos...

I haven't closed my eyes all night.

But not because of the insects or the tropical heat.

Rather because of the doubts whether I'm going the right way

that ultimately keeps me awake.

The locations on the map are outdated and inaccurate.

The jungle is becoming more and more opaque

and our march more and more annoying.

So that the machete men can expose the jungle one meter after the other.

The sound of the machetes

echoes and whips through the entire jungle and has no end.

The endless silence breaks with every blow of the machetes.

Bolivia, a sea of green that is like misery.

Last night, RUIZ started crying out of the blue.

His wounds barely let him take a step ahead of the others during the day.

And in the dark, his pain seems unbearable.

But I think his whining has a completely different reason.

His closed and introverted character does not allow him to tell me the truth.

On the other hand, I cannot allow a moral or even depressive mood to arise.

The mood could change and contaminate and endanger my men with this misery.

We were 42 at the beginning, now we are only nine.

The legend of the guerrillas grows inexorably like foam from the mouth.

We are thought to be superheroes who cannot be defeated.

I have to signal to my men that only

strength, morality, courage and faith count.

Tonight I reminded them that our guerrilla

unit would be founded in 34 days.

By that date, we must have reached a safe zone

and strengthened our troops at least three times.

I promised my men to celebrate our anniversary with the new comrades.

And that after the long and endless march a warm meal is waiting for them.

Everyone smiled and RUIZ happily fell asleep

It is October 4th.

This morning Billy found a mole.

He discovered a telephone line between the trees and undergrowth

Billy thinks we can get closer to a solid road.

You can take the money, that's a donation from the Bank of Bolivia.

Because they have enough of it.

Let's go.

Well, that tastes good.

Fine.

Yes, that's how the soldiers live.

-What's your name -Ernestine.

Ernestine.

The car is ready.

Very good.

Then all the best. And eat as much as you can.

-Adios. -Adios.

Wherever death surprises us we will welcome it.

Because whoever has ears can hear our screams.

And if you have hands, take up our weapons.

Until peace is on earth. And equality and freedom among the peoples of the world.