"I am alone. I am here. No one is watching me. In these hours of silence that I cherish, I talk to myself and reflect. That past, entrenched in time, motionless and infinite, has vanished onto thin air. None of it remains. Why, therefore, am I hurting so much? Why did I bring back with me this nameless pain? I followed the path I set for myself, and I have forgiven. I do not want to be chained to hatred or resentment. I want to have the right to live in peace."

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Source : Ingrid Betancourt (2010). “Even Silence Has An End: My Six Years of Captivity in the Colombian Jungle”, p.62, Hachette UK

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