2017 - 2020
Puerto Rico, Caquetá, Colombia
When I was 3 years old, my father was killed by the National Army in the south of Colombia, he was accused of being a guerrilla fighter and shot without trial, then he was put in a common grave in the company of my uncle who was also killed. my mother was murdered 8 months later also by the Colombian government military and put in a common grave, her body was not delivered and nobody could go to claim it for fear of dying. My parents had socialist ideas and they killed them for that. There were no more birthdays and the family albums were filled with pictures of the dead and that's where the sadness began in everyone, since I was a child I had many more nightmares and I never talked about them, until a couple of years ago I started asking my family members about their nightmares (dead, floods, murders, violence) and feelings that the war has left. I knew the war, the "bombardeos", the paramilitaries and the guerrillas because in my town there was never peace. After years I took the family file, the dreams and feelings of a Colombian family in the middle of the conflict, a guy who was commander of the guerrilla and I started this photographic project.
This photo project is about my family and how the violence in Colombia affected us, it is about me and what the war left us after losing an estimated 20 people killed.