PERSONAL AND POLITICAL
When I returned to El Salvador from Costa Rica I was happy to be back home, to see my children and most of all to see Rafael, who was out of jail. I arrived at six o'clock in the afternoon. My youngest daughter was walking naked in the street, dirty with nothing on. I felt very bad seeing her in the street like that.
"Mami, Mami," she called to me.
" What happened?" I asked. "Where is your father? Isn't he here?"
"He's here Mamá," she answered, "but he is very sick."
I ran inside and found Rafael with a 104-degree fever and bronchitis. His fever was so bad he was babbling incoherently. I thought, my God, what will I do? I put cool towels on his head and did other things to lower the fever. Then I went out to find medicine for him. After a couple of days, he started to feel better and we began to talk. One of his uncles had gone to get him out of jail.
I had been living alone in the house with my children for six months while my compañero was in jail. I had no idea what his ideas were going to be when he came back or if he was going to let me leave the house to carry out my work. And it turned out to be a problem.
At first he agreed to let me go out. But at the same time he said, "Chata, you didn't tell me everything you were doing. I don't know what I am going to do when they grab you." Slowly, I told him everything that I had been through in the past six months.