Juan's childhood(Daniela Fonseca) Imagine a little boy, three years old, almost being killed by his drunk father. Mr. Gomes was a Colombian farmer, he wasn’t a particularly good person. He had a farm in the middle of nowhere in Colombia, a six hours ride from the closest city. He was poor, he could have a better, decent life for him and his wife, daughter and the baby who was on the way, if he wouldn’t drink so much.

Mrs. Gomes was a skinny woman who usually wore bruises, little gifts from her husband, who wasn’t a good provider but a good hitter. But she was resilient and the time where she lived getting a divorce was something unthinkable.

Mr. Gomez was the happiest man when his little boy, Ramiro, was born. Finally, he would have someone who could work the farm with him in around 2 or 3 years as he did with his dad. He started to do farm work when he was three years old, and if that was a good life for him it sure is a good life for his kids. Mr. Gomes had the same feelings the next seven pregnancies from his wife.

At the tender age of 3 years old Juan started to wort with his alcoholic and abusing father, Mr. Gomez, in their farm.

One sunny day of July, Juan was cleaning the coffee plantation from weeds when his father threw a little knife at him and screamed while he took his little arm and shook him: “that’s a coffee plant, money. Don’t make me any losses stupid boy”

That was Juan’s life for the next 10 years, until he learned how to defend himself, mother and siblings from his abusive father. And when he turned 18 years old, he fled the farm to only go back when he was a grown and independent man on some holidays, just for his mom and sibling’s sake.

Juan now is a 46 years old man with a loving family but his past still hunt him.

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