She was violently displaced from Ipiales by the armed conflict. With her husband and son, they decided to leave for Tumaco o save their lives. Once there, she found herself forced to sowing coca as the only option to survive. For many years they were dedicated to its cultivation and suffering its consequences. She dreams about the possibility of going back to sowing food and being proud and free.

He was born in a FARC camp and then taken away for safety. He grew up with a family of old peasants in Malaga. His knows his mother was a guerrilla member, but he only has seen her in pictures. His treasure is some letters she left and a cassette. Until his 9th birthday she was very pending, but then a large army operation hit Malaga and he was forced to leave to the closest town, where he lost all contact with her. He learns of her location on an ETCR and goes to meet her for the first time.

She used to hold a gun, but now her weapon is a brush with which she paints murals. She joined the guerrilla as a young woman, where she developed her true vocation in the rare spaces of free time. Nowadays she is studying to polish her technique because she is convinced that art is the main vehicle to transform herself and those around her from a culture of war to one of peace.

She works in the Reconciliation and Normalization Agency (ARN), it is her first job. She graduated as a social psychologist and was desperate to get a job. Recommended by a teacher, she began volunteering in coexistence workshops until the quotas were opened to work with the ETCR. She had many prejudices and fears about working in the camp but pressured by economic reality agree to do it. Once there, she realizes the distorted picture of the otherness the war culture has installed in her.

Don Henry is a driver of vocation and tradition. In the mid-nineties, he witnessed a battle on the Medellin-Bogota highway, in which his first truck got burned. He suffered much because of this, but life took him back to the roads. He was employed by a transnational company, but his working conditions got worst. The peace process let him realize that the guerrillas weren’t the only one to blame for this. Now, he dreams of driving to the furthest communities of Colombia to hear the secrets kept by the war.

As a child, he wanted to be a cyclist, like Nairo, and win the Tour de France. He entered the force because it was the only job that could guarantee an income for him and his pregnant a girlfriend. After training, they sent him as a patrolman to a “guerrilla” town, where he endured the grip of the war and the siege of the guerrilla. There he lost an eye during a confrontation. The conflict has marked his body, however, he is an advocate of understanding and dialogue.

As a student of the last year of medicine, she gets assigned to one of the so-called “red zones”. She has an inherited contempt for the poor: she tries not to look like them, but remembers that as a child she used to visit relatives in the countryside. She is worried about the debt accumulated with the university and the lack of opportunities in the health system of the city. Once working in the countryside, she is deeply touched by the extreme conditions she witnessed and discovers a newfound calling.

He is looking for a job as a sports teacher in one of the rural schools. He was forcibly displaced because a mega project was going through his family’s farm. He ended in Barlovento, Venezuela, for 30 years, where he formed a family. But now decided to return to the Colombian Pacific. He’s arriving with the illusion of peace and with a backpack full of new skills learned during those years. He is a member of the “land claimants” and wants to be part of the change, sharing what he knows with the new generations.