Chapter 63

My bad mood won’t let up, and it’s been going on for weeks. Too many. I’m even annoyed to be annoyed. We’ve been digging for four months now, and there’s still too much left. I thought I would handle this task better since, from the beginning, I knew the maximum duration, but nope. The hole is going well. It is deep and comfortable to get out; since they are not making a small tunnel, we will get out without being cramped. The work is impeccable; I have no complaints, but although I am fully aware that my men work almost without rest, I am still anxious to get out of this hell.

The confinement is unbearable.

It doesn’t help to have lost communication with Juan Luis. It has been almost four weeks since I have heard from him, and that worries me. Juan Luis is the one who runs my business from Colombia, he is the person I trust the most. He is my link with the outside world. Or he was. Yoffiel is now the one who calls me and keeps me, more or less, up to date. I trust him,