ABSTRACT
Dawn broke on the mountainside to the calls of birds and monkeys in the upper canopy. The ‘boys’ rose slowly, took up their weapons and wandered down to the stream to wash. We later organised ourselves and trekked down along the overgrown track, across gullies, over fences and across a river, coming up to a dirt road along which a dozen or so schoolgirls in neat uniforms were walking. The schoolgirls smiled and seemed unconcerned by this gang of long-haired guerrillas carrying automatic weapons. Here the guerrilla movement and the people are one and the same. The night had passed safely; the paramilitary Brimob patrol had not found us.
