Life and the War Go On
I have been back in the Peace Community of San José de Apartadó for a couple of weeks now, but in some ways it seems like I never left. The stresses of life in the city were effortlessly exchanged for those in the jungle: rather than read about combat in reports sent to me in my Bogota office, I am hearing them in the night. There are physical stresses, too; I fell on muddy rocks and have a bruise on my hip the size of a dollar bill. My legs are scraped up from thorny plants. My body is vigorously trying to get back into shape for the hikes through the tropics that we take regularly.