She wanted to be a sister in war and a daughter of whoever, and she went by an alias. Being there, she lived horror, she came to know great pain. She was wounded in combat, and her heart was also wounded, because of course she couldn’t free herself from love. Now she carries real love with her, a pure and sincere love, a love for life. All there is to say is that they’re there, living among us, they rebuilt their familes and they’re helping to transform the community.

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Photographs and text by Yesica Alejandra Zapata David