Last Wednesday I turned 59. Forty springs had already passed since I was 19, being a law student of the National University, when, emotionally destroyed by the loss of my first love, I met Aracelly one night, a 30-year-old prostitute, who introduced me to the other face of the world, in the happy nights we spent among cafés and motels in the Santa Fe neighborhood, in the capital of the country.
The country and abroad the letters of Timochenko to the UN Secretary General, President Santos and the Prosecutor of the International Criminal Court were published. They reveal the alarm of his party for the pressing issues of the implementation of the Havana Agreements. The legal incorporation of the agreed texts became a real ordeal.
Last Tuesday, the meeting of the National Political Council of our party, FARC, had a very pleasant interruption.