If a bilateral agreement on the ceasefire signed in Colombia at Bolivar square in Bogota, surrounded by enthusiastic citizens, or in the Catatumbo, Chaparral or in Tumaco and folders for signature would be applied state coat of arms, then we wouldn’t have this disturbing feeling of lack of something important. As if the world that we have to offer, hanging on a thin thread. There is no feeling of beginning a new era. On the contrary, there remains concern about the disparate groups scattered across the country, and ready at any moment with a new power to lash out at his brothers.
It seems that Barba Jacob wrote many years ago: “the world is my worst enemy, love is my bloodthirsty enemy.” We don’t know what he wanted to say, but I live in a country where very often the world is not open arms and ready hearts, and just another argument in the fight against dissent. Many of us believe that the only way out is a peace based on reconciliation. The world cannot exist without social justice and it can not build on the differences of the governing elite and invite only the people as “the stone guest”.
