At the clinic for Christmas 1996, we made these candles by hand, to be given away to the poor; this helped me earn time off my sentence.
Pablo during the good times, riding a watercraft on Peñol Lake in 1986.
Our sister Marina at a costume party.
Pablo’s many good deeds have not been forgotten in my country. This town organized a parade to show its appreciation fora new soccer stadium.
At my daughter Laura’s First Communion, with my mother (left) and my brother-in-law and sister Marina.
Pablo fought against Colombia’s policy of bowing to the United States and allowing drug cartel leaders to be extradited to America for trial. Here he is at a protest rally.
Pablo was never afraid to speak to reporters—in fact he died because he was answering questions for a German magazine. Here he is in 1984, while serving in congress, giving a TV interview.
A family picture taken inside the Cathedral in 1992; I am hugging my daughter Laura. We never wore any prison uniforms, just our regular clothes.
Pablo at the Cathedral in 1992, with his son, Juan Pablo, and our sister Gloria.
Although the government and our enemies were looking hard for us, Pablo threw a twelfth birthday party for his son, Juan Pablo (left), at Napoles in 1989. He is seen holding his daughter, Manuela, and our mother.
Me and Pablo’s wife, María Victoria, in 1987. It’s difficult to believe the good life we could still lead while the government hunted us.
At a gathering in 1986. The man with the mustache is our cousin Gustavo, who started the entire business with Pablo and ran it alongside him.
Tito Domínguez with his famous pet mountain lion, T.C., for “Top Cat.”