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I’m sharing with you the life of a clever, funny and gifted writer, a man who could talk about any topic and knew everything. A father that I miss and wished he could have been preserved for eternity.

Santander del Norte was a quiet province in the norther of Colombia at the beginning of the twentieth century. It had been rocked a few times by the wars between the liberals and the conservadores during the last century. In a quiet village called Lebrija an hour away from Bucaramanga, a young woman (Josefina Camacho) went in labour. She already had two other children and had lost a few others at birth.

Little Horacio Camacho was five years old and his sister Lijia, two years old as they waited with their father outside the room. As Josefina pushed for a last time, a rose faced child appeared in the world, locks of fair hair on his wet head.

The two children outside the room heard the baby crying and pushed the door. The father, Ismael Camacho, rushed to his wife’s side and admired the new addition to the family, while the midwife cleaned the child and cut the umbilical cord.

The midwife didn’t let him near the baby. Josefina had lost another baby during the previous year. The midwife wanted to make sure everything would be fine this time. Ismael led his two other children out of the room. He gave them some lunch while the midwife made sure mother and baby were all right.

That evening little Ismael slept in a small cot by his mother’s side. The sound of cockerels singing woke them up the next morning. As the child cried, his mother put him to her breast. The memory of the other children who died young was fresh in her mind.

Jose Ismael grew up into a chubby child with golden curls. He played with his brother and sister in the countryside around his home. His peaceful childhood shattered when his father died. Jose Ismael was five years old while Ligia and Horacio were six and eight years old.

He travelled with his mother, brother and sister on the back of mules, to a town where his uncles lived. That journey across the mountains must have been exciting for a five year old boy.

It was the ninety thirties and the country didn’t have many roads. Jose Ismael didn’t remember much of his trek through the mountains. Josefina was a young woman who had just lost her husband. She wanted to give her children a better life and education.
Jose Ismael didn't remember much of that journey.

His brother Horacio did recall the slow pace of the mules throughout the mountains. A friend had travelled with them on another mule. He had a map of the region where the path sneaked through the mountains and towards the next province.

They would stop to rest and to eat their food. Josefina had brought boiled eggs, potatoes and water ion bottles. It was a big adventure for the children who had never left the town where they had been born.

They slept in a tent by a river that evening as the mules ate the grass. Their friend got up early the next morning to saddle the mules in preparation for the day.

The children played early the next morning. It was a great adventure for them all, even if the weather was a bit cold and they were tired.

They played hide and seek in the field while their mother and their friend got ready to leave.

Jose Ismael hid behind his mother as Horacio looked for him.

Josefina put the child on the mule while the man helped the other two children on the other one. She was a strong woman who had chosen to trek across the mountains to look for her family. She needed their support in this stressful time.

The mountains followed each other like an immense kaleidoscope as they went in their journey. The top of the Andes looked dark under the rays of the sun. They had left the province of Santander. The lush grass had given way to the mountains where cows and goats stood in the most dangerous places.

The mules digested their food of grass and marigolds while moving through the beautiful landscape of green vegetation growing in the steep fields. An eagle circled above looking for pray as nature rejoiced in life.

They saw the mountain vegetation as they went deeper inside Boyaca. A house made of mud lay at one side of the path while children wearing colourful ruanas looked at them. A dog ran around the mules while barking.

A woman appeared at the door and called the door.

“Where are you going?” she asked Josefina.

“We are on our way to Choconta,” she answered.

The woman invited them to go in her house to rest. It had started to rain and Josefina was glad to wait in the house until the weather cleared.

The woman offered them hot chocolate while puppies ran by their feet.

The woman gestured to Josefina’s friend.

“You’re very brave to travel across the country with your husband and children, on the back of mules.”

“He’s just a friend,” Josefina said. “My husband died a few weeks ago. My uncles live in Choconta.”

“I’m sorry about your husband,” the woman said.

The sun was shining a few minutes later.

“Thanks for the drink,” Josefina said. “We have to arrive at Choconta before the evening.”

They went on the mules while the dog barked. The animals trotted on the muddy path for a while. It was warmer and the vegetation had changed. The plants that grew near the paramos had been replaced by coffee plantations.

They saw Choconta from far away, the church steeple against a cloudy horizon. The mules sensed the end of their journey and trotted towards the houses at the edge of the town.

Josefina with little Ismael were the first ones to enter the town. People looked at them from their houses as children played in the streets.

They found the church behind the park. The sound of people singing spilled out into the surrounding streets.

Their friend helped them to dismount from their donkeys. The five of them entered the church as the priest read the sermon.

He was a little man, who pushed his big glasses up his nose as he talked.

He paused for a minute eyeing the new arrivals. Then he resumed his speech.

The priest came towards them after mass. He hugged Josefina and the children.

“I was expecting you,” he said.

He was Uncle Antonio. He was a catholic priest who believed in the kingdom of God.

Uncle Antonio helped to bring their belongings inside the church.

The man who had accompanied the family to Choconta stayed in the house that night. He would go back to Lebrija in Santander the next day.

Josefina and her children were tired after the long journey. Father Antonio took them to their rooms at the back of the house after they had their dinner.

His brother, Father Felipe met the family that evening. He had only seen Josefina once before.

He admired the young widow who had journeyed through the mountains to come to Choconta.

The uncles taught the children all about religion and the bible. The family had to move between the uncles a few times. They paid for the children’s education.

My father was 14 years old when the second war world started. He used to read everything about the conflict. He liked going to the movies to see films and the trailers of the time.

He was a clever boy, who did very well in the school. He had inherited his mother’s blond hair and fair skin. His sister Ligia and his brother Horacio looked more like their father.

Jose Ismael finished school and studied medicine at the Universidad Nacional of Bogota. He got his degree in medicine and married his second cousin, Cecilia Mogollon, on the 14 of February 1952.

Maria Cecilia Camacho (The writer of this page) was born on the fifteenth of February1953. My brother Ismael Hernando Camacho was born onthe thirty first of May 1954.

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Music full of tunes echoes in your home
Chimeras flow towards the sky
Where the clouds fight with each other
To bring the rain to the land of dreams

As your memories float in the
Morning dew
And the palm trees sway in the breeze
Your footsteps resound throughout your home

Telling me what to do
Guiding me through the path of life
Every moment I breathe
In the house

Where your picture looks
After the affairs
Of someone lost in time
Left on this earth after your departure


Mi hermano, el medico
Elemental sencillo
Se compro en Coconucos un rancho de ilusion

Esta parado sobre un temblor de guaduas
En el blancor estraño que solo da la cal

Su puerta y sus ventanas por las que apenas cabe la luz de la mañana
Las vigila en silencio
Un cerro majestuoso

Que se quedo parado cuando paso corriendo
La cordillera inmensa
Huyendole al diluvio y a la mano de Dios

El rancho de mi hermano
Elemental, sencillo
Como su corazon

Se rie de los palacios porque se siente rico
De frisos y cornisas
Cuando cada mañana lo dora con sus rayos la plenitud del sol...>br>

My brother the doctor
Elemental and simple
He bought in Coconucos a ranch of illusions

Built on bamboos
It is white as chalk
While the morning light

Comes through its door and windows
It is looked after by a magestic hill
Left standing when the immense mountains

Ran away from the deluge and the hand of God
My brother's ranch
Elemental and simple like his heart

Is full of corners and flowers
Tanned by the sun and age
Rich and full of enchantment

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Starting through a path
Full of problems and dangers
Homer wanted to have some money

As Maria cleaned the shop
Miguel saw to the customers
And Jose danced around the tree of life

Then an Indian took him in a journey
To the ends of the earth
Full of ghosts and coca leaves

Where Homer found some papers
That changed his life
Bringing apocalypse to his soul



I have memories of you
Happy events of my childhood
Shrouded in fog
Dimmed by the years

As I remember you
I dissolve in tears
A proud man
Has been reduced to dust

What lies under the mud
Its not my dad
Hes gone forever
And only lives in my mind



As I look at your pictures
I remember those years
When we talked
About life

They're memories in space
Sounds that float in air
And fade away
In the infinity of time

Your memory is alive
In the world inside me
And in the universe
I see at night

Your words I hear
Like echoes from the past
Flowing through my soul
And reaching for the stars




Musica llena de tunas suena en tu casa
Canciones se van al cielo
Las nubes
Se pelean entre ellas

Para traer la lluvia
A la tierra de ensueños
Donde las palmas se mecen fuera de la ventana
Trayendo Memorias de tu vida

Mientras que el eco de tus pasos suena por tu morada
Y tu foto cuida
A alguien que dejaste
Perdida en el tiempo

Siete Minutos by Ismael Camacho Arango Siete Minutos by Ismael Camacho Arango Maria Siete minutos is a book about life in Latin America, when everything gets disrupted by wars and revolutions, but then a man emerges ready to conquer the world. After his humble beginnings, Homer wants to have some money while conquering the girls. Then he becomes very rich as the sun explodes, killing humankind and bringing apocalypse to his soul. The book has a humoristic look on life. We see the corruption and intrigue existing in Latin American governments then and now, as Homer takes advantage of society in general. ===================================

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Siete Minutosby Ismael Camacho Arango en Español Siete Minutosby Ismael Camacho Arango en Español Maria Siete minutos is a book about life in Latin America, when everything gets disrupted by wars and revolutions, but then a man emerges ready to conquer the world. After his humble beginnings, Homer wants to have some money. Then he becomes very rich as the sun explodes, killing humankind and bringing apocalypse to his soul. The book has a humoristic look on life. We see the corruption and intrigue existing in Latin American governments then and now, as Homer takes advantage of society to conquer the world. These are the first chapters in Spanish -============================== Siete minutos es la historia de Homero en un mundo que no lo entiende, rodeado de mujeres.

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