the truth about what happened last week

today at school, i was asked several times this, "where were you last week" so idecided to blog about it.
truth is i was hiding from the government (for reasons which shall not be discussed), so i fleed the country and i stayed at a refugee camp in nicaragua north of the capital Managua south of honduras, there i met 2 salvadorian immigrants raton, and cucho, they were going to join a small surviving group of sandinistas who were plotting to recruit people and overthrow the government, after talking to them that first day, they invited me to go with them to a commune ruled by sandinistas, so i agreed, and we left the morning after, once we got there they taught me their ideology and philosophy, they told me how they had been overthrown by the right winged group the "contras" with help of the CIA and the American govenment in 1990 even though they had been legitimately elected by a popular vote in 1979. there, they taught me several guerilla warfare techniques and i met with other rebels who told me their life stories and a few battle stories. as it was a commune they only ate what they produced themselves, we ate a lot of rice and beans, which they called morisqueta which was short for "moros contra cristianos" and it represented the christian invassion of caribea islands like puerto rico and costa rica, anyways, i met cucho's cousin Augusto Cesar, named after the real augusto cesar sandino by his rebel parents who were part of the initial sandinista movement, he was the leader of the commune and told me about an asociation with several other sandinista groups scattered around nicaragua and other south american countries, augusto taught me how to make dream catchers, and told me how the sandinista movement had a lot to do with their inca roots. friday while we were patroling the area around the commune when we stumbled upon a synthetic drug lab and we engaged in battle with them(i totally kicked ass), the ambush attack worked on our advantage, once they surrendered we took their guns and their vehicles and we headed back to the commune, although we received information that the nicaraguan government had become aware of our activities, and although i had decided to stay with them for a while longer augusto told me it was dangerous for me to stay with them and urged me to leave the commune, and he commanded someone to give me a ride to the border with el salvador, i ended up getting a ride with manuel on a HUMVEE that had been stolen from american soldiers hidden in the jungle according to manuel keeping an eye on the nicaraguan government he also told me he had family in southern california who had fleed nicaragua after the contras had gained control of their country and they were being prosecuted as enemies of the nation, before i got off he gave me a letter to send to his parents who lived in el centro california, he gave me a leather belt buckle made by them in the commune that had mesages embroided in it written in some prehispanic language, saturday i got to the honduras national airport where i took a plane to ciudad juarez, Mexico and then i took a bus home where i sent manuel's letter to his parents, that was my adventure this past week, i learned lot and i got to meet a bunch of really cool people, i think came back a much more mature person, and more aware of life, and the people around us. if you want to learn more about the sandinistas augusto gave me the url for their website. www.elpueblopresidente.com