7:00 in the morning, a billion thoughts are spinning inside my head, last night I didn't sleep, it was impossible, I only thought about my mother, her expensive treatment and how happy my brothers will be with their new shoes. They still have not arrived with the merchandise, I am anxiously waiting for them, there is little time left, the moment is near.
07:30 in the morning, there is a knock on the door of the room, they are here. Without saying a word, they hand me the merchandise while ordering me to swallow it, my nerves take over, I feel the sweat running down my left temple while on the right I feel the penetrating gaze of a revolver barrel pointed at my head. There is no escape, I must swallow one by one the 40 latex bags filled with pure white powder.
08:40 am, I only have 2 capsules left, I feel I can't take any more, I have no more room left in my guts, but my life depends on being able to introduce 40, not 38, that's the order. Everyone is already inside me, it's time to go to the airport, Avianca, Bogota-Madrid non-stop, departure time 14:05, arrival 07:15 the next day. There was no need to pack, they already had a suitcase ready for me, who knows if with more dust. I didn't ask, they didn't tell me either.
12:30, silence prevailed during the transfer to the airport, not a word until we arrived, only a warning: "If you don't take that flight we kill your mother and brothers in front of you", I say nothing, I take the ticket, passport, luggage and entrance to the airport, I am already at the terminal. I arrive at the ticket office, they take my data, my passport, I hand over my bags while they approve my data. Everything is ready for the next stage, the customs check. I'm sweating heavily, my heart is pounding out of my chest, my cargo is moving between my gastric juices and my colon. My thoughts are spinning at a million revolutions per second inside my head.
13:15, I'm in the immigration line, passport in hand, I try to master my nerves, when I approach the officers my mind won't leave me alone, my stomach is churning, I start to hesitate. The officer looks at me, asks for my passport and my ticket, he watches me, I pretend nothing is wrong, but inside I am just a cocktail of nerves and cocaine. Now I think of my mother, her illness and my brothers, how happy they will be with their new shoes. "The one after", I enter the boarding area, I made it through.
14:00 hours, they announce delay, apparently there is a storm in Madrid, I despair, my nerves churn my insides, my cargo has an expiration time. Sweat runs down my forehead, I have no watch, I ask what time it is, 03:30 pm, the passengers have not yet been called, the plane is not ready and neither am I. My sick mother comes to my thoughts. My sick mother comes to my thoughts. my brothers, their new shoes, now they will be able to play soccer as it should be. People look at me, sweat is running all over my body, my head hurts, the cargo is moving, I feel so much fear, shoes, treatment, my mother. I fall to the ground, everyone looks at me, they try to help me, it's too late ... forgive me, Holy Mother, I love you little brothers.