I fell in love with a female assassin

I don't know how to describe how I feel... Part guilty for living such a posh, sheltered life in CA while this goes on in so many other troubled parts of the world. Part ashamed for not caring enough to lending more of myself to improve these situations. Part relieved that I don't have to. Part scared that, left unchecked, this kind of violence can easily migrate into my safety zone and swallow up the life I take for granted. I need a nap.

this is an incredible story.....my condolences.
To say that it is only about drugs does not do the people justice but you can bet your ass it has a lot more to do with drugs than anyone wants to admit.
End the war on drugs and piss off all sides of this conflict. Lock up Uribe for supporting this violence and maybe the people of Colombia can start to heal? If our "defense department" stopped supplying the paras with weapons that may have some affect on how the gorillas view the situation as well. dontcha think?

I understand the grief of this relationship you experienced but directing it away from where the guns come from i feel is just that...misdirection.

People of Colombia cry out....
http://current.com/items/88864399_fed_up_with_the_paramilitaries

Waking up everyday knowing you're a killer of men (and women) can be a difficult thing to get ok with. Marylin really didn't have to confess anything at all. So perhaps part of her confessing was her trying to get ok with it... maybe in confessing she was trying to connect with the part of her that is human... a mother... and not a killer.

I think when you're faced with the inevitability of death, you really only have two choices; to face it with eyes open or eyes closed. And having seen people beg for their lives, I believe she knew that. Like most criminal organizations, be it a street gang or high level crime organization, you just don't decide to leave when you feel like it and get wished a fond farewell. I think she made a choice to reconnect with the part of her she liked, and I think she knew the fate that awaited her for making that choice, and that she faced her death, eyes open.

And in that, maybe it was easier to die as someone she wanted to be rather than live as something someone else wanted her to be... a killer of men.

such an intensely moving and unexpected story...

What a beautiful and chilling story.

I particularly liked this insight:
"Over the past year, I had photographed her swimming in the river with her daughter and reading bedtime stories. Now, the images I was recording concentrated almost entirely on the other side of her life. I was, with thoughts of self-preservation in mind, reducing her to 'subject'."