Journal of Emilio Rodriguez - First Entry
August 14, 2087
My name is Emilio Rodriguez. Before I continue with my entries, I would like to write a little bit about myself in case something terrible happens to me.
For identity purposes: I am 36 years old, approximately 5”8 tall, and have medium length black hair. I am from Columbia. I have a circular-like scar on my left cheek that prevents part of my beard from growing.
If this journal is found, please return it to the 15-89 St. Maria, Cartagena, Columbia, 130013.
Now I will tell you why I am writing this journal.
Thirty-two years ago, my mother, Camila Garcia, was prosecuted for a murder she did not do. I know this because I was there. My mother did not kill anyone. She made mistakes, yes, but these were mistakes of love. She fell in love with another man.
My father was a good father, but he was involved in very dark matters. My mother did not like this. When my father found out, he sent men after her lover to have him assassinated. The blame was put on my mother as form of punishment.
I was told she was sent to a federal prison, but I was never allowed to visit my mother. Any time I requested information from the prison, I was told to go home. As I got older, I began to do research. I knew she was not in there. I knew they had done something to her.
A few years ago, I came across a news article: “New Sentencing System to Reduce Tax Dollars.”
This was it. This was what I had been looking for. The article mentioned Kormace Island, and island for female murderers. There was another article about Aracis Island, but this was for males. I was only interested in Kormace Island, because I knew this was where my mother was sent. I could feel it. This punishment was not new. It was an old secret.
Why do we not hear of women coming back? I have cut out hundreds of newspaper articles about women who are sent to this island, and they are posted on my apartment wall behind me. Never do I hear of their return, even after their sentence is over. I have tried searching for these women online, but it is as if they have been erased from the system.
I have met someone who tells me he knows where this island is. Someone who used to work for the government. He has promised to take me to the island in exchange for twenty thousand American dollars. Sadly, I do not think my mother is still alive. How could anyone survive that long in the wild? I pray she is, but I know I may not find her. What I want to do is expose the truth. If I can speak with these women and have them tell me their stories, perhaps I can bring this to the media and expose the government for what it really is.
This man… I will give him the money, and tomorrow, I will go to Kormace Island.
My name is Emilio Rodriguez. Before I continue with my entries, I would like to write a little bit about myself in case something terrible happens to me.
For identity purposes: I am 36 years old, approximately 5”8 tall, and have medium length black hair. I am from Columbia. I have a circular-like scar on my left cheek that prevents part of my beard from growing.
If this journal is found, please return it to the 15-89 St. Maria, Cartagena, Columbia, 130013.
Now I will tell you why I am writing this journal.
Thirty-two years ago, my mother, Camila Garcia, was prosecuted for a murder she did not do. I know this because I was there. My mother did not kill anyone. She made mistakes, yes, but these were mistakes of love. She fell in love with another man.
My father was a good father, but he was involved in very dark matters. My mother did not like this. When my father found out, he sent men after her lover to have him assassinated. The blame was put on my mother as form of punishment.
I was told she was sent to a federal prison, but I was never allowed to visit my mother. Any time I requested information from the prison, I was told to go home. As I got older, I began to do research. I knew she was not in there. I knew they had done something to her.
A few years ago, I came across a news article: “New Sentencing System to Reduce Tax Dollars.”
This was it. This was what I had been looking for. The article mentioned Kormace Island, and island for female murderers. There was another article about Aracis Island, but this was for males. I was only interested in Kormace Island, because I knew this was where my mother was sent. I could feel it. This punishment was not new. It was an old secret.
Why do we not hear of women coming back? I have cut out hundreds of newspaper articles about women who are sent to this island, and they are posted on my apartment wall behind me. Never do I hear of their return, even after their sentence is over. I have tried searching for these women online, but it is as if they have been erased from the system.
I have met someone who tells me he knows where this island is. Someone who used to work for the government. He has promised to take me to the island in exchange for twenty thousand American dollars. Sadly, I do not think my mother is still alive. How could anyone survive that long in the wild? I pray she is, but I know I may not find her. What I want to do is expose the truth. If I can speak with these women and have them tell me their stories, perhaps I can bring this to the media and expose the government for what it really is.
This man… I will give him the money, and tomorrow, I will go to Kormace Island.
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