"Some 19,688 homicides were reported in Colombia in the first nine months of 1996, more than occurred through all of 1995 in the United States, with 7.5 times the population."
New York Times
March 26, 1997
March 26, 1997
My chest was hurting. It was hurting too much. I could not breathe. I opened my mouth as much as I could. 30 seconds that lasted an eternity.
The pain. The pain on my chest. And my arms, and my legs. The fear of whatever of whatever was happening to me.
The human body was created to suffer. And it is only when you die that the suffering stops. From birth to death, you suffer, unconsciously.
I was in my bed, extending my arms, trying to reach "something." And the pain was stronger. I could not breathe.
Suddenly, everything stopped. I had no more blood irrigating my brain. I had no more pain, no more body. No more Questions. Everything was quiet. And there were no questions anymore. everything was clear.
I did not see any light or any tunnel. It was not necessary.
All the wisdom of the Universe was revealed.
I had no fears. I had no doubts. I had no god. No questions.
But I woke up. And all the fears, all the questions, all my karmas came back to me.
It was a dream. It was a memory. It was an illusion.
I could not remember anything but the pain and the exact moment of my death, and the feeling -the short feeling- of knowing everything, of knowing all the answers.
All the answers that I have now forgotten.