" Once I thought that when you have nothing your life stretches toward nothing. In our farm in Boyacá, when the paras started to come, Mami instructed us to not see, to not hear. If we did it right, we would come out of it alive. We made ourselves deaf and dumb, but still we lost. The story repeated itself, and we lost some more. We had no other choice. "

― Ingrid Rojas Contreras , Fruit of the Drunken Tree