Diary of a Guerrilla - Tapa dura

Sinopsis

"A roadblock," the driver said, making a gesture that showed that he felt it was a waste of time. "From time to time they're here, part of something called the Condor Plan, or so the newspapers say. They're looking for drugs."
I felt fear in the pit of my stomach. I inhaled deeply, exhaling with an open mouth, quietly. I took Magdalena's hand. She didn't seem nervous.
I didn't have any guns with me, but in my bag were propaganda leaflets and books. I was sure that they'd ask questions about them - and just how far they'd question me, I didn't know. I thought about what they might do to Magdalena.
The soldiers went to the back of our pickup. The campesinos were showing them what they carried. An officer came up to the window of the pickup, telling the driver to step out. He did. His movement gave me a couple of moments alone with Magdalena.
"Don't come with me," I whispered to her. "Tell them that you're with the driver." Then I glanced at her; she understood my plan.

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