All language subtitles for Lost.In.The.Jungle.2025.

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When I got to the airstrip,

my mom said,
"Lesly, we're flying to Bogotá."

We were going to live with my stepfather.

I didn't want to go.

I was living
with my grandma, Fátima.

I was going to school.

I was actually very happy there.

This was my first time
on an airplane.

It wasn't too long after we took off then.

The plane began making
a lot of strange noises.

I was getting really scared.

And then the engine sounded
like it was going to stop.

The pilot called to the control tower.

"We need help."

He couldn't control the plane.

Mayday!
Mayday! Mayday!

Then, all of a sudden,
we started to fall.

That's the last thing I remember.

At about 08:30 in the morning,
I got a call.

"What happened?"

"Magdalena's plane never arrived.
It must have crashed in the jungle."

My sister Magdalena was on it
with her four children.

That's when it hit me.

The sadness.

My other daughters kept calling me,
"Mom, don't worry."

How could I not worry?

When a plane crashes,
no one is spared. Never.

My heart ached.

My daughter left with her kids
and didn't even tell me she was going.

Magdalena had called me.

She said,
"I'm on the plane with the kids."

But they never arrived.

I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't stop thinking about my wife.

My only son.

His life had just begun,
and the thought of losing him...

My baby daughter.

My two stepdaughters.

My dream was for them
to come and live with me in Bogotá.

Are they still alive?

Are they dead?

Today,
a Censa-Doscientos-Seis aircraft

that flew from Araracuara
was swallowed up by the jungle.

Search efforts have begun
with aircraft and helicopters in the area.

These works have been seen
to be complicated by the forests' weight.

The authorities
do not rule out the fact

that the migrants continue to live
in the middle of the jungle.

When I finally woke up,
we were on the ground.

There was so much blood on my face,
all over my clothes, everywhere.

I was in so much pain.

I saw Tien.

Zeleny was crying.

I saw my mom.

My leg hurt really bad.

The seat had collapsed
and my shoe was stuck.

I needed to get to Cristin.

I could see that she was trapped
under my mom's body.

She couldn't breathe.

So, I slipped my foot
out of my shoe and left it there.

I struggled, but I was able
to get my siblings out of the plane.

I needed to try and stop the bleeding
that was gushing from my head.

I found the first aid kit.

Cristin cried and cried.
She was thirsty and hungry.

I searched through the bags...

and found a hammock...

...a mosquito net...

and Cristin's bottle.

I arranged some leaves on the ground...

and we all lay down.

Cristin just wouldn't stop crying.

I wasn't able to sleep.
My head and my leg hurt too much.

For five days,

the Colombian Air Force
flew back and forth over the area,

searching for the missing plane,
but we didn't find anything.

Each day that passed greatly reduced
the chances of finding them alive.

The high command called and said,

"Pedro, we need you on this.
It's time to do a ground search."

This was my first rescue mission.
We don't often get a chance to save lives.

As Special Forces, our assignments
usually involve fighting guerrilla groups.

Using the plane's
last verified coordinates

and after calculating
a reasonable margin of error,

we were able to establish a search area
of approximately 320 square kilometers.

The terrain was very dense.

It's an untouched jungle
with trees up to 40 meters tall,

with dangerous animals
and poisonous snakes.

But the greatest risk we faced
was getting lost in the jungle.

The jungle
is like an enormous carpet.

It's like searching for...
a needle in a haystack.

We moved quickly
to search for the plane,

and hopefully find survivors.

Let's advance a little further.

Listen for anything unusual.

Let's go.

We were prepared to encounter the worst.

Narco-guerrilla groups
like the FARC

are known to operate in this area.

We've been at war
with them for 60 years.

The FARC at one time, actually controlled
many parts of Colombia.

They commit acts of violence,
drug trafficking, and kidnappings.

In the process of fighting them,
we've lost many soldiers.

We made ourselves as invisible as possible
to go undetected by the enemy.

Currently,
60 commandos are keeping hope alive

that they will find survivors.

Manuel Ranoque is living
with the uncertainty of this tragedy.

My four kids and my wife are missing.

I couldn't stand by and wait
for the military to locate the plane.

I'm going to go out there
and search for my family.

I'm not coming back until I find them.

I needed to ask for the help
of my indigenous friends

from the Araracuara community.

We know how to navigate the jungle.
We're experts at it.

The jungle is a part of us
because we grew up here.

I volunteered. No questions.

Because those in danger
are a part of our indigenous family.

It was a long journey,

about 12 hours by boat
from the nearest town.

No one lives there.

We believe that the jungle
finds a way to connect man to nature,

and then through nature, to the creator.

But the jungle
is also very dangerous.

Certainly because of the things you see,

but especially because of the things
that cannot be seen, not with human eyes.

As we finally
entered the jungle,

the weather changed drastically.

It rained and rained.

Our elders believe that when a spirit,
an enchanted being, if you will,

gets angry, it causes a storm.

I fell behind my companions.

I called out to them,
but they were nowhere to be found.

I tried retracing my steps three times.

I kept thinking,
"Is a spirit playing with me?"

I was filled with fear. I can't deny it.

I prayed, "Don't get angry,
I'm a child of the jungle.

"I am indigenous.

"I come here not to harm the jungle,

"but to search for what is ours."

And just like that,
my partners reappeared.

We were all starting to get worried.

"How are we going to find the plane
with all this rain?"

There's no trace
of anything at all.

This went on for days.

We were losing hope of finding the plane.

Every day we searched,
looking through the trees, bushes, vines.

And in every direction you could look,
it was nothing but green.

And then, I saw something that stood out.

It was something pink.

A small baby bottle
in the middle of this immense jungle.

If you think about it,
what are the chances of actually finding,

you know, a small baby bottle like that
in a jungle of this magnitude?

We immediately start to imagine
what could have happened.

Could the bottle have somehow
fallen out of the plane?

We were mentally prepared
to find the family dead.

Wherever we see the vultures around,

that's where we'll find the plane,
and unfortunately, the bodies.

We spotted a king vulture.

We decided that we would try
and follow it.

Then we spot the vulture.

He was sitting on top of something.
We could see that it was something... white.

I got a lump in my throat.

Mrs. Magdalena was lying there.
Her body was on the seat.

It was terrible.

"How will Manuel take the news?"

I couldn't believe that she was gone,
that she had abandoned me.

Magdalena was devoted
to the children...

to our home.

We were trying to build a future together.

No matter what,
she would always take me back...

despite my mistakes.

My poor, sweet daughter, Magdalena.

I have nine daughters...

but she was always the most attentive.

If Manuel hadn't called her
to come be with him in Bogotá...

she would still be alive today.

I cried tears of rage, of anguish.

I decided to burn all her things.

My daughter is not coming back.

She died with a grudge against me...

because I didn't want her to go.

Manuel asked about the children.

I said, "I don't know.
Nothing has been confirmed."

The command informed me

that indigenous searchers
apparently located the plane.

The orders came in,
"Verify it immediately."

We found the bodies
of the adults.

But there was no evidence
that the children didn't survive.

We kept wondering,
"Why aren't they near the plane?"

Just the thought of it, four children,

13, nine, five, and 11 months,
who just lost their mother,

all alone out there in the jungle.

They are essentially
food for the animals.

For the first few days,
we thought it best to stay by the plane.

But no one came to rescue us.

I packed two of the bags
with whatever supplies I could find.

I was crying
from all the pain I was in.

I was dragging my leg, crawling.

We were searching for a way out,
out of the jungle.

Along the way,
we ran into a couple of herds of tapirs.

They tried to attack us.

We stood still like statues.

When we saw an ocelot...

I froze with fear.

Tien wanted to chase it.

When there were animals,
Lesly protected us.

And I did too.

They would run away
because they were afraid.

I told him to stop.

Grandma taught us
that whenever you're in the jungle,

you shouldn't disturb the animals.

They're dangerous.

This made Tien so angry.

He asked,
"When is Mom coming to find us?

"She is all alone over there.
Why did we have to come here?"

I tried to explain to him.
"Our mother is dead."

"No," he said, and he cried.

- Lesly!
- Lesly!

Lesly!

Lesly!

We decided if there are survivors,
we can't stay invisible.

We have to call out to them
and make our presence known.

Lesly!

It's worth the risk to find them.

What are the chances
of finding these kids alive?

If the impact wasn’t too fast,

it’s possible for the kids
in the back of the plane to survive.

Lesly!

We hope they left
in search of help and food.

At this time of year,

there is a scarcity of fruit
making it hard to find food.

They are probably trying
to find a river

and follow it to a village.

A hundred
and more Special Forces soldiers

saturate the jungle.

But the rain
makes the search difficult,

washing away any footprints.

Leaving an entire country

holding its breath,
and praying for a breakthrough.

A shelter!

Another sign of life.

It was a bed made of palm leaves,
cut with small scissors.

It looked like
three or four people slept here.

My niece and I
would always build little shelters

when we were younger.

I've always been close with Lesly.

We're both young girls
and have a lot in common.

We both like traditional dancing...

...and playing soccer.

My niece Lesly is actually very similar
to her mother, my sister.

She's a very hard worker.

But there's a definite difference
between the two.

Her mother didn't like to study,
but Lesly is a very good student.

Lesly has always been a quiet girl,

while Soleiny loves to laugh.

Lesly is completely devoted
to her little sister Soleiny.

It was always the two of them
who would be out there playing together.

Lesly took very good care
of her siblings,

of Cristin, of Tien,
and that Tien is a real earthquake.

She's like a mother to them.

But I can't help wondering,

how's Lesly keeping the baby alive
in the jungle with no food?

There were so many monkeys.

They were laughing.

The monkeys were teasing us.

They jumped from tree to tree.

They made
the milpesos fruit fall,

and we caught them.

We were so hungry,
so we ate the milpesos fruit.

I made sure to give
the softest ones to Cristin.

Cristin cried.

She was so thirsty.

I asked Soleiny
to pass me the baby bottle.

She looked all over but couldn't find it.

It's just that we took
a little rest

and I must have dropped the bottle.
It got lost.

"How could you lose it?

"What do I do now?"

I tried using a bottle cap

to give Cristin
one little sip of water at a time.

We asked Manuel,

"Are your kids tough enough
to make it through the forest?"

He said, "No, Tien is lazy.

"He and the younger girl
are not good walkers.

"The kids can't be far."

Tien!

Whoo!

Lesly!

Whoo! Whoo!

Finally, we heard a response.
We were so happy, "We found the kids!"

But it wasn't the kids at all.

It was a Special Forces team,
Destroyer One.

We knew the indigenous
search team was in the area,

but we didn't know their exact location.

There was a lot of tension
between the two groups.

It was a tricky thing, for sure.
How could we talk to them?

Over the years,
there have been numerous altercations

between indigenous communities
and the military

in the fight against drug trafficking.

Our indigenous
communities are poor.

There are no roads.

Many houses lack electricity.

We're totally abandoned by the state.

So, narco-guerrillas
control our territory.

Attention!

They have weapons,
so we have to do whatever they tell us to.

Indigenous people end up working
with the guerrilla groups.

They grow coca, transport drugs.
The military can't allow that.

So, that's why we fight the guerrillas.

This includes
the indigenous communities

that the guerrillas have infiltrated.

That night, they set up camp
quite a distance away from us.

We put security measures in place.
We set traps and stationed sentries.

We made sure to monitor their every move.

We can't leave our weapons laying around.

What if there's
a guerrilla group out there?

We decided that the next day,

it would be best
if we go our separate ways.

Little by little,
I tried to see if I could use my leg.

I took some steps,

leaning on a stick
that I had found on the ground.

It only hurt a little.

Thank God
I was able to walk again.

The army is looking for you.

My love, please stay still.

Please stay in one place.

I heard a voice. It was far away.

It sounded like my grandmother.

Lesly, this is your grandmother Fátima.

I haven't abandoned you.

Is it true?
Is that really her? Is it?

We made a recording
of their grandmother's voice

in Spanish and in their language, Huitoto,
so the kids would be more trusting.

Are they looking for us?

I didn't believe it.

So, I wanted to keep walking.

We were sure
the kids could hear us.

"Why don't they come out?
Why don't they answer?"

We transitioned
to stronger tactics, more aggressive.

We dropped 10,000 flyers
with the grandmother's message.

We dropped food supplies.

We laid 11 kilometers,
or roughly seven miles of caution tape.

We hung whistles on it
so the kids could signal us.

We blasted music
like a big concert.

Of course, with all that disturbance,
the weather turned bad.

There's a spirit here
that doesn't like the noise.

The White man's
technology and techniques...

didn't work at all.

It was time for a different approach.

It was time to look with other eyes.

So, we called
for indigenous reinforcements.

The team that found the plane
was exhausted.

Now it's our turn to go
and rescue my nieces and nephew.

The indigenous searchers
found the plane, not us.

So, we believe the indigenous people
would also be able to find the kids.

- When?
- Always and forever!

I received orders
to bring in 85 indigenous people

from other parts of Colombia

and integrate the indigenous
with the commandos.

The orders said, "Trust but verify."

I ordered background checks for everyone
to prevent any infiltration

by a narco-criminal group.

We'll work together, as combined cells.

Comrades salute!

The search will benefit

from their Indigenous knowledge
of the jungle.

Courage! Courage!

The jungle is full of mysteries...

that the military isn't equipped to solve.

Our friends and family told us,
"You need to bring an indigenous elder."

And for this, Don Rubio joined us.
He joined as a shaman.

He is a leader...

very well respected for his knowledge
of our spiritual traditions.

Don Rubio says,
"Relax, we've got this.

"We'll find those kids
in four or five days."

First of all, take me to the crash site.

As we approach the plane,
my friend Faustino says,

"Prepare yourself, my friend.
You have to be strong.

"You have to be very strong."

I saw my bag
that my sister had borrowed from me.

I saw the children's things
and my sister's clothes, shoes...

and a makeshift shelter of palm leaves.

When I looked at that, I was...

wracked with pain, overwhelmed.

The kids slept like animals in the jungle.

I thought, "My God.
Why is this happening to the kids?

"Why do they have to suffer through this?

"Why did my sister
have to die like an animal?"

Then within me, deep within me,

I realized this is all the fault
of that son of a bitch, Manuel.

Magdalena talked about
how Manuel pursued her relentlessly

until she agreed to live with him,

even though her mother disapproved.

They moved away from her mother's village.

When they first arrived at my community,
the boy was one year old.

She and I soon became close friends.

Actually, more than friends.
We were like sisters.

We loved going to the garden
to harvest yucca.

And we liked to party.

She'd start dancing
to get everyone in the mood.

She's like, "Girlfriend, let's go!"

She would hold her husband,

and she didn't have a care in the world
when she danced.

At our community parties,
we dance with whoever is there.

Manuel liked to get very close
to his dance partners.

So, naturally,
Magdalena would get jealous.

This would make him very angry.

The parties always ended
the same way.

He would beat her up.

On a few occasions,
it was brutal.

That's why Manuel
got in trouble

with the guerrilla authority.

The guerrillas set rules of conduct

in order to keep people in line
in our communities.

They put a gun to his head...

and made it clear to him,

"If you touch this woman again,
we will not forgive you."

And now he had been warned.

People make mistakes.

We had arguments, like many couples do.

Sometimes in drunken binges,
things get out of hand,

but never anything serious,
like domestic violence.

Never.

My blood was boiling.

I was ready to attack Manuel
with a machete.

Rubio comes over and says,
'You have to control your anger.

"Let's do it for the kids,

"and then once we find the children,
the truth will be known."

That night
we had a mambe session.

Today, through our sacred plants,
we are clearing the way.

I had one pound of mambe,
and one of ambil.

Mambe is a powder made from coca.

And ambil is a paste made from tobacco.

You take them when you have
a question in mind

that you need answering.

Then you get the inspiration
for whatever it is you're looking for.

This way I can see
which way the kids went.

"Well, shaman,
I am under your command."

I showed him the GPS.

"This GPS is never going
to get us anywhere because it's blank."

"Right now, you're the GPS
of this GPS," I told him.

In my meditation,
I sensed the kids.

I told the others, "Let's go this way."

When Don Rubio begins to search,

he tells us
that he won't work with the army.

However, the mission commander
instructs us to work with them

and provide support. It blew my mind.

Working with indigenous teams,
we were worried.

How are we ever going to work together?

I received orders to follow
400 meters behind them.

I told the guys that finding the kids
shouldn't take long.

The problem is that the military
have no idea what they're doing.

This way, boys. This way.

I was in front.

And I saw small footprints.

I followed the tracks.

And further up,
we came upon a small shelter.

- Look at this.
- Mm-hmm.

They used their teeth to cut it.

A short while later,
we found Cristin's little yellow shirt.

We also found some diapers.

And they're fresh.

The kids must be close.

- Lesly!
- Lesly!

Whoa!

Tien! Lesly!

The days continued to pass,
and I was so hungry.

Soleiny was too.

All we had to eat was milpesos,

nothing more.

Soleiny liked to talk about food,
like the food she used to eat back home.

Meat with sauce.

Chicken.

Rice and plantain.

I thought about the times
I wasted food and I cried.

And at night,

I thought mostly about my mom
and about how she died.

I remember how my mom suffered a lot.

I thought about the times
she gave me advice,

and I never paid much attention.

She always would say to me...

someday you'll be an orphan,
and then you'll remember me.

And I cried and cried.

Lesly thought
that God was punishing her.

We searched for days,
but the kids were nowhere.

Are the kids hiding?

After about three days, Rubio realized
that we were following him.

"You with me?" "No."

He was as sour as a lemon.

He says, "I work alone."
Got it. Stubborn as a mule.

I don't work with the military.

My grandfather was afraid
of people with weapons

because of the violence he experienced
during the rubber trade.

Many of our grandparents... died this way.

In our territory,

between the Putumayo
and the Caquetá rivers,

there was the rubber trade.

During that time,
a lot of people arrived from the outside.

They wanted to exploit our resources.

They needed the rubber
in their cities for their machines.

They said, "Round up the indigenous
by any means and collect the rubber."

We were enslaved.

There were punishments.

Starvation.

More than half
of our population was killed.

We still live with the trauma
of that genocide.

The relationship with Rubio
went from bad to worse.

Until he accidentally cut himself
with a machete

and needed our medic,
so we were useful to him.

Hey, Cháman, what’s happening?

We’re making arepas to share
with the group from Araracuara.

Don Rubio, say hello.

We were running low on food,
and they were willing to share theirs.

They got closer to us, asking questions,

like about us not wearing shirts.

"How come mosquitoes don't bite you?
Look at us, covered in bites."

"No, not us.

"Nothing bites us."

That night, Don Rubio invited me
to their mambe session.

They have one every night.

Obviously, my rifle
was strapped to my back

and one of my soldiers was on guard.

Don Rubio says,
"Popeye, are you going to try Mambe?"

Personally, I don't consider mambe
to be a narcotic.

For indigenous communities,
mambe helps them do their daily work.

They filled their mouths
until their cheeks were full.

So I did the same without knowing
the right way to do it.

It was a turning point.

We are here
on this land, Father Creator.

You gave us this life.

They shared ancestral stories

in their Huitoto language.

Our beliefs tell
of the first mighty beings on Earth.

They abused the power they received
from the Creator,

so he turned them into animals.

These animals
are ruled by the Duende.

The Duende is a spirit,

a shapeshifter
that can change into a tapir...

a snake, a jaguar.

The Duende has the power
to take human form and lead you astray.

And Don Rubio believes
that's what the Duende was doing

with the kids.

The children aren't lost.

Who has them? The Duende.

He appeared to them
as their grandmother, Fátima.

He said, "You are my grandchildren.
I'll lead you."

After that, he took the kids away.

The Duende
has them under his power.

But what does he want with the children?

It was very strange to explain
what was happening to my commanders.

It wasn't easy
because there was no logical way

to do it, to explain it.

For example, I reported,
"They say there's a Duende,"

and I didn't know
how my commanders would take it

because Special Forces never talk
about these kinds of things.

My commandos said
they needed four bottles of liquor.

I said, "Okay, let's do it."

It's highly unusual for military aircraft
to be used to transport liquor.

But the decision
from the high command was clear.

Listen to what the indigenous people need.

We don't want people to say
that we didn't find the kids

because we weren't willing to listen.

I asked my commander,
"What's this for?"

He said, at midnight,
place these liquor bottles

in the shape of a cross
at the fork of a river.

The Duende likes liquor a lot,

so he'll get drunk
and let the children go.

It was frightening...

to get these kinds of orders.

I'm not in a Brothers Grimm,
you know, fairy tale.

But whatever it takes to find the kids,
we have to do it.

I knew where that river was
because we had already checked it out.

We searched and searched,
and nothing.

At some point, the laces
from our sergeant's boots became untied

and the boots got tied together.

This happened to him about five times.

All of a sudden,

the compass
started rapidly spinning like this.

It wouldn't stop spinning.

We were lost for about an hour,
hour and a half.

Our heads were about to explode.

"What's going on?

"Let's get out of here before midnight."

We found a river, but not the river fork.

We placed the four bottles
of liquor there.

It dawned on us that we weren't in control
of ourselves at that moment.

I am a Catholic.

I never believed in supernatural forces.

But I started to think

that perhaps a spirit might be
preventing us from finding the kids.

Lesly!

I started taking mambe with them.

"Hey, Shaman, it's time to go.
We have to search. Come on."

I took a spoonful,
and when we went out to search,

I didn't get tired,
I didn't get thirsty or hungry.

We’re doing an interview
for the news here in the jungle...

What’s your indigenous group called?
Huitoto?

Yes, I'm muy tonto.

- Murui.
- Moori?

- No, he's Murui.
- Murui.

They took mambe, they meditated.
They truly searched with us.

I’m counting on you.

- if something happens to me.
- You got it.

We were all part of the same group,
just wearing different clothes.

Together,
we found more evidence.

Diapers...

the boy's shoes.

The shoes had
a huge impact on me.

"My God, is the boy barefoot?"

They were totally unprotected.

Through these clues,
we began to see a pattern.

The images show that
more than 3,600 miles have been walked.

The Indigenous children
have made circular movements.

Lesly!

But despite the new clues,

with every passing day,

the hope of finding the children alive
drops a little.

How can the kids survive

after so many days?

In the jungle, there's plenty of water,
but there isn't much to eat.

And without food,
they can't survive much longer.

By this point, our commandos had covered
almost 90% of the search area.

We'd tried everything in our power.

It wasn't like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

It was more like...

looking for teeny tiny fleas
in an immense carpet.

And the fleas kept jumping
and moving around.

Leaving us guessing
what their next move might be.

Who are they running from?

Indigenous kids are afraid of the military

because they are not familiar with them.

They aren't afraid of the jungle,
they're afraid of people.

They may be thinking, "If Manuel finds us,
what will he do to us? Let's hide."

The relationship
between Manuel and Lesly was awful.

Manuel didn't allow Lesly to play soccer...

or hang out with other girls.

She was not allowed
to have any kind of a social life.

Magdalena told me that
Manuel wanted to take Lesly out of school,

so they did.

He made sure she spent all her time
doing housework,

and taking care of her siblings.

She had to obey. She was like a slave.

And if she didn't, Manuel would get angry.

One time, Lesly came running outside
so that Manuel wouldn't hit her

and hid behind my husband.

Manuel was carrying a stick.
He was going to hit her.

Lesly was crying.

So, she was always anxious, withdrawn.

She was very timid.

One afternoon
when they were visiting, I asked Lesly,

"Do you want to go to school here?"
"Yes, Grandma."

So, I said, "Magda, do me a favor.

"Leave the girl
with me when she starts sixth grade."

"No," Manuel refused.

"Magdalena works,
so who will take care of the baby?"

I told him,
"You treat Lesly like a donkey,

"making her take care of the baby."

I was looking for a river
so we could have water.

And I saw something moving.

A tortoise.

Tien picked up a stick,
and I told him not to do that.

"No, Tien."

Tien kept asking me,
"Why are we here?

"Why can't we find a way
out of this jungle?"

I kept telling him that we were lost,

and he refused to believe me.

He would get angry and throw tantrums.

I've been caring
for Tien since he was little.

Since he was four months old,
I stayed home with him.

I made his food every day.

I'm tired of it all.

Soleiny and Tien walked so slowly.
I was feeling desperate.

I couldn't carry Cristin anymore.

I wanted to leave my siblings behind
and go on my own.

We couldn't find the kids,
and we were getting more and more worried.

We couldn't find
a trace of them,

because every day
the Duende took them to a new spot.

Despite my knowledge,
I was being outsmarted here.

Don Rubio
and the indigenous group were very tired.

They were extremely sick.

Almost all of them had pneumonia.

We in the search team
were eating well, and yet despite that,

we're still falling apart.

It's impossible for the kids
to survive much longer.

I wish that I was the one suffering,
not the kids.

Manuel was relaxing in the hammock,
complaining as usual.

The Duende attacked me
in my nightmares.

It wasn't easy
to fight such a powerful spirit.

I said, "Brother, stop whining.

"If you had any brains,
you wouldn't have made those mistakes

"with my sister, so shut up."

Someone called us
and said that...

Manuel was bringing
another woman to the community.

And no one had warned Magdalena.

"What? This will be a big problem."

Magdalena went to the port
and the other woman was there with him.

Manuel said that the three of them
would live together.

Manuel was acting crazy...

saying, "This is what
our grandparents used to do."

He would prove
that he could have two wives

to show how tough he is.

And Magdalena got so angry
at him that day.

Lesly ran off with the kids.

After Manuel took out a machete,
they ran to the forest for safety.

They spent the night there.

Magdalena came to my house
at about 1:00 a.m.,

with the baby in her arms.

She said, "Yoli, Yoli!"

I shined a light on her and said,
"What happened to you?

"You two fought again?
I told you to leave him.

"What are you doing?"

She was bleeding.

This whole part of her face was bleeding.
The machete hit her here.

You could see, it was all bloody.

Manuel left in a boat...

'cause there were witnesses
to their fight.

So, before the guerrillas found out
what he'd done to my sister, he ran away,

because they would have killed him.

First of all, I'd like to say
that the reason for this meeting today

is to let you all know
that the Destroyer One group

has officially received orders
from our commanders.

We were told that we are to return
to our base in San José.

My team had been in the jungle
for almost a month.

Everyone was exhausted.

Another team
will be here to take our place.

For us, we want you to know
that you’re family.

We are going to stay in this fight.

We won't give up until the goal
of finding the kids is achieved.

When they said they were leaving,
I lost my focus.

I said, "Guys,
if we don't find the kid soon...

"they'll be dead."

We said, "Rubio.

"My brother, you told us that it'd take
five days to find those kids.

"It didn't happen.

"The truth is
that this jungle has... dominated us.

"You know what it's time to do.

"It's time for yagé.

"We have no choice. It's our last resort."

They gave me a phone number
for some indigenous people...

and asked me to contact them
to arrange for a preparation of the yagé.

And when it was ready,
we were to deliver it to them.

The elders in the community
are the ones who have the authority

to make the yagé.

Yagé is an ancestral drink.
It's also known as Ayahuasca.

I imagine that it would induce
intense hallucinations.

For us, yagé is not a game.

Taking yagé is not like drinking liquor.

It sends you flying, high above the trees.

While waiting for the yagé to arrive,

we built a longhouse
where the yagé itself would be taken.

We're going to do this right.

Sometimes I was very dizzy...

so I would lean on the trees.

One day,
Soleiny found a little piece of paper.

It said that they were looking for us
and we should stay in one spot.

Tien and Soleiny wanted to stay...

because they were tired
and didn't want to walk anymore.

Soleiny kept falling down
and hurting herself.

Tien could hardly stand up anymore.

The baby wasn't well.

All she had to eat or drink was water.

I was afraid
that she wasn't going to survive.

So, I decided that we would stay
right where we were.

I set up a shelter for us to sleep in.

I hope they're coming soon
to rescue us.

The yagé brew arrived.

This was our last tool to try.

If the yagé doesn't work,
then we'll pack up and leave.

Brothers, are you ready?

Yes. We’re ready.

Here we are, partners.

Mm-hmm.

- One person will guide us. Our shaman.
- Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

We ask of you Father Creator

to deliver what we’ve been looking for.

The time had come.
Manuel must take the yagé

so that he understands
why this tragedy happened.

I was caught off-guard.

I was worried.

A little after 01:00 a.m.,
Manuel drinks it.

With yagé, you leave your body
and go to another dimension

to find the creator.

With yagé,
nothing is impossible.

You'll always receive an answer.

But the one thing is you have to be pure.

Before long,
Manuel was snoring.

This guy isn't under its influence.
This guy is sleeping.

Twenty minutes later,
he woke up.

Rubio and I just looked over
at each other for a second.

"What happened here?"

We were all shocked.

Just as I was about to reach the kids,

the Duende attacked me
and blocked my path.

When tragedy strikes,

sometimes you're compelled
to tell a story,

the story of your life.

If you lie, there are consequences.

After Manuel hit my sister
with the machete,

she arrived at our house all bruised.

"Sister, don't worry. We're here for you."

My sister Magdalena said,

"All right, I have to move on
with my life.

"I'm just going to live here
and send Lesly to school.

"And I'm going to get a job."

I said, "Where is Manuel right now?"

She said, "Manuel went to Bogotá."

I left because of the issue
with the guerilla,

but I stayed in touch with Magdalena.
In fact, I left her a letter.

Manuel had left a bag behind,
and Magdalena found a note inside the bag.

She read it over and over.

And then it's like she completely changed.

She didn't eat, she didn't sleep.

She said, "Yeri, I think I'm leaving."

I said, "Where to?"

She goes, "To the city.
Manuel has a beautiful house.

"We can live there.
My kids will go to school."

"Magdalena, please. These are all lies.
I don't want you to go."

I called Manuel.

"Tell me the truth.
Do you love my sister?"

"I don't know.

"But Magdalena's love is overwhelming.
She'll never leave me. Never."

A few days later, we went out.

And Magdalena stayed back at the house.

When we returned, there was no one there.

No one in the house.

Just a mess left behind.

Such a horrible man.

She said
that she can't stay away from him.

I can't blame her.
I'm in a similar situation.

When my husband goes out
and ends up drinking too much,

he beats me.

Maybe that happens to a lot of women.

If you love that person,
you may fall into the same trap.

Magdalena couldn't wait to leave.

Lesly said,
"Mom, I don't want to go.

"You go alone.
I'll stay here with my grandma."

Magdalena pulled her by her hair
and said, "We're going!"

What happened to Magdalena?

I don't know. Maybe this guy
brainwashed her or something.

I think he bewitched her.

At 06:00 a.m., they got on the plane.

Who is to blame here?

That man is to blame because of his lies.

The guys were quiet.
They were depressed.

I told them, "Don't worry.
We still have the last dose of yagé."

At 03:00 a.m., I took it.

At night, Soleiny was frightened

when animals came close to sniff at us.

I used the flashlight.

When I shined the light,
the animals would run away.

I had a dream.

It was about Duendes.

They looked like people.

They completely surrounded us.

I couldn't understand
anything they were saying.

I felt that no one
was ever going to find us out here.

I thought we would be stuck here
for the rest of our lives.

After taking the yagé,
I fought with the Duende.

He squeezed me like this.

I couldn't breathe.

He grabbed me and carried me up a tree.

He spun me around like this.

Then, like an iguana,
I went down to the ground.

I yelled at the Duende.
"I need you to give me the kids.

"These children are innocent.

"The family wants them back."

The Duende told me,
"I've been protecting the children.

"I'll give them to you.

"But only if you take care of them.

"If you don't, beware the consequences."

He left and said, "Go up the hill.
There is a platanillo tree.

"There you will find what you need."

Search over there.

Rubio said, "No matter what,
this is the last time we search.

"You go that way,
you go this way, you go that way."

"Around 03:00 p.m.,
we'll all meet back here."

He said,
"You are going to find them." "Okay."

I'm very tired. Really messed up.

He left and disappeared.

We never saw him again.

- Lesly!
- Lesly!

Lesly!

Hours pass,
and it's already 02:00 p.m.,

and we're really far away,

like, nine kilometers from our camp.

My group and I
had already combed the area over there.

We had already searched over here.

Nothing. Nothing.

By this point,
I'm too sick to keep searching.

I can't go on. I'm going back.

Back to the camp.

But our group decides
to keep walking and searching.

We started to go up a hill.

Hey, come here!

We quickly headed over.

"Oh, brother."

A morrocoy.

A tortoise.

The elders say that if you threaten it,
your wish will be granted.

I told it,
"You're going to give me the children.

"If you don't give me the children,

"the first thing I'll eat is your liver,
because that's my favorite.

"Nicolas will drink your blood."

Now we have dinner for sure.

We all stand still.

I hear some voices
and footsteps close by.

But I see nothing.

- Nothing at all.
- Lesly, Tien!

I walk with my head tilted
towards the sound.

I raise my head...

and thank God the children are there.

We found the children!

We found the children!

Thank God!
We found the children!

God has blessed us
for the faith we have in Him. Mm-hmm.

I felt like I was going to faint.

It was from all the emotion.

"I'm finally getting out of the jungle."

We were happy to find them alive.

Two more days
and they would have died one by one.

The boy says, "I'm hungry.

"I want farinha with chorizo."

"We want to eat tamales.
We want to eat rice pudding."

Well, let's give them some food,
only a little bit.

Otherwise, it might make them sick.

Then we remembered to release the tortoise
because it fulfilled the wish.

"Thank you for granting our wish.

"You can go."

"Brother, let's go. It's getting dark."

To get back to camp,
it took almost three hours.

And the kids are on the verge of dying.

I was shocked.
"Son of a gun, we found them."

I asked Lesly, "Do you know
how long you've been missing?"

She says, "About eight or ten days."

It's actually been 40 days.

She's not 100% aware
of what she's talking about.

We need to evacuate them
if they're going to survive.

As rescue pilots, we sometimes get a call.

If they say "reaction," don't question it.

Run.

When I heard the baby, Cristin...

My joy was overwhelming.

Tien stared up at me,

It was utterly shattering
to see him like that.

I said hello to Lesly and Soleiny.

It was...

Lesly, we're going to leave soon.
Soleiny, we're leaving soon.

I went to them.

The first thing I do
is hug the 13-year-old girl,

and greet the nine-year-old girl.

Then I took my son
and daughter and I just held them.

As we approached the location,

it's so dark,
the jungle turned into a black carpet.

The cloud cover was so thick,
the separation between sky and earth

was difficult to... to differentiate.

They were going to evacuate the children.
I said, "Not without me."

I told Manuel, "You can't go.

"Please don't go with the kids.

"You'll traumatize them."

"The kids are coming with me."

I didn't want to live
with my stepfather again.

I was afraid.

We start the first extraction with Manuel,
and the baby, Cristin.

They were going like this,
like a swing, back and forth.

I felt disoriented, confused.

A shadow appeared
and started draining the life out of me.

That spirit was strangling me.

It starts swinging
towards the trees.

It moves faster and faster.

My crew is yelling,
"Stop moving or we're going to crash."

"God, don't let me hit a tree."

I strap in Soleiny and Tien,
and I went up with the two of them.

It was as if there was an energy

that was trying to impede us
from succeeding.

I felt as if the helicopter
was somehow being pulled.

It required more power
to be able to handle it.

"This doesn't feel right."

Only Lesly remained.

The rope pulls me up,
and I'm so scared.

Am I really going up in an airplane again?

Children on board,
father on board, rescuers on board.

"Guys, let's get out of here quickly
before this jungle swallows us."

Tell me,
what was the most difficult day?

Cristin was crying and crying.

I thought,
"I want to leave my siblings behind

"and go alone, leave Cristin."

And I took a deep breath,

and then I thought
about leaving my siblings.

But I said, "No."

So, I decided to stay there with them.

That must have been
very difficult.

Yes.

I was in an accident like this, see?

Like this.

And my mom died.

And Lesly was protecting us.

Look at all that you went through
and all you did to save your siblings,

to survive.

"People say
you're a miracle," I told her.

"Why, Auntie?" she asked.

"Because you fell from the sky
and survived for 40 days.

"No one does that."

I'm going to win!
Wait! Wait for my sisters!

Come on, hurry!

Come on!

I told her, "You are free now.

"You won't be anybody's slave.

"You will have a real life.

"Think of it as a movie,
and this is the end of the movie."

This search in the Amazon jungle
needs to start a phase of understanding

between the state
and the indigenous communities,

the majority of whom
have been excluded for centuries.

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