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Together again on screen 11/x: Richard Armitage and Will Keen

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According to IMDb, Carlos Cuevas and Jorge Sanz join the cast of The Man from Rome.

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tamerajedwards · 3 years

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UNDER THE BANANA TREES

Many of you don't know I used to be a missionary in the 1980's. I was held up at gunpoint in San Salvador, El Salvador in 1984 during the cilvil war that was going on there. This is a story I wrote for one of my courses at Drake University. The picture is of some of the good military men that protected me and some of the others that I traveled with. Under the Banana TreesBy Tamera Edwards (c)2013 “Any situation can turn into terror. The most ordinary errand can go bad. Among Americans in El Salvador there is an epidemic apprehension of danger in the apparently benign.” -Joan Didion “Salvador” The sun beat hot and warm upon my face under the El Salvadorian sky. My heart was beating loud within my chest and I could feel it pulsating. Three militia men dressed in fatigues paced back and forth in front of us wearing their Rambo style ammunition like a badge of honor as they stared us down. They say that right before you die your life passes before your eyes. I think that could be true. A million things went through my mind that day in April of 1984. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would be held up at gun point at the age of 19. I was invincible and just out of high school. Nobody dies at the age of 19 in a foreign country doing Gods’ work right? I had just gotten married 4 months prior to my trip to San Salvador, El Salvador. I was co-leading of a team of students being sent out by Youth with a Mission (YWAM) an interdenominational missions group based out of Tyler, Texas. There were 17 of us headed on a yellow school bus traveling through Mexico, Guatemala and then on to El Salvador. We had obtained a 2 week visa to enter the country. Our mission was to pass out Bibles, food and clothing to refugees in the countryside on the outskirts of San Salvador. I was really excited about this trip because we were chartering new territory. I had been on a mission trip a year earlier to Mexico and Guatemala and this one would take us further south into El Salvador and we would be working with needy families in the mountains. The calling was great and I was ready to go. I love this kind of humanitarian work. I have always had a sense of adventure and had learned to travel light, eat strange foods, sleep on hard floors and be in strange surroundings and conditions.I remember thinking at the time; I am too young to die. What will my parents think when they find out I have been murdered? Then suddenly I was flooded with anger, why had my coworkers brought camouflaged army canteens on the bus? They knew better. Our instructions were specific to not bring anything that looked like we were with the U.S. Army or any other armed services. This included camouflage backpacks, sleeping bags, clothing and canteens. When we were pulled over in our bus that was struggling to get through the mountains, the first thing the militia men found were the army canteens and began scolding us in their native tongue. “How could my friends be so stupid?” I thought. “Now we are all in danger.” We were all asked to get off the bus and line up against it. I didn’t know much Spanish, just enough to get by. Our one interpreter wasn’t saying much and we knew what the men meant when they motioned to line up against the bus so we remained silent. More questions were still running through my mind. I should have done some research myself to know what was going on politically in El Salvador at the time. The red flags were popping up everywhere. Check points along the way and barbed wire fences were a pretty good indication of the unrest in the area. But I trusted the people in authority above me. What I didn’t know was who were the right winged people, left winged people, police and guerillas and how much danger were we really in? Who was really in charge of protecting us as missionaries and Americans? In my heart I was led by my faith and I believed that God was truly protecting me and perhaps it was good at the time that that mindset protected me from what I now know. The men continued pacing back and forth staring us down. They talked amongst themselves which made me even more nervous. I continued to think, “Oh, God in heaven please don’t let them kill us. This can’t be really happening.” Time seemed to stand still until they finally made a decision on what to do with us. “Déjà para ir! Subir al autobus!” Translation, ‘Let’s go! Get on the bus!” We had one translator with us. Marilyn had lived in Peru for awhile and knew how to speak fluent Spanish. I thank God she was with us. Where we were going I had no idea. All I knew at that moment was that we were still alive but not headed to our destination.The militia men sat in the front of our bus and pointed us in the direction they wanted to take us. We headed further up the mountain and I feared for our already well travelled school bus that had broken down a couple of times back in the Sierra Madre de Oaxaca in Mexico. I didn’t think we would make it out of that mountain range. We had gotten lost and we were off schedule. The hot, humid tropic air blew on my face and through my hair through the open bus windows as we made our way up the winding mountainside. I had more time to think. Maybe too much time to think. What I didn’t know then that I know now 30 years later was what serious danger we really were in. From 1980 to 1992 El Salvador was in the midst of a civil war. It still baffles me how we were able to obtain a visa to enter the country. Between Sept. 16, 1980 and Sept. 15, 1981 nearly 7,000 political murders were committed. Nine hundred twenty-two killed by security forces, 952 by left terrorists, 136 by right winged terrorists and 4,889 by unknown assailants. (Didion J. p 15-16) We were entering a politically unstable country. Men, women and children were being randomly murdered and left by the roadside. Vultures would eat their eyes and private parts first. Didion who was also in El Salvador during the 1980’s writes of a horrific moment in her book Salvador of an event printed in the media during the early 80’s, “Una Madre y sus dos hijos fueron asesinados con arma contante (corvo) por ocho sujetos desconocidos el lunes en la noche”: a mother and her two sons hacked to death in their beds by eight desconocidos unknown men.” (Didion J. p.15) Many of the assailants left people disfigured so they could not be identified and sometimes would leave a cross carved into their chest. It was even unknown if police could be trusted because they would cruise the streets with guns pointed out of their windows. The U.S. embassy sent a body count weekly to Washington D.C. The killings were often unexplained and it was not known who to blame. Churches in El Salvador were not neutral ground or a place of safety as they were in America. Archbishop Romera was murdered while saying mass at the Divine Providence Hospital in El Salvador. The day of his funeral 30 people were murdered on the steps of the church and another 20 killed in another location nearby. These events that were occurring we had no idea about. It wasn’t until all these years later that I would find out what was really happening. I am pretty sure I would not have made this trip into such a dangerous country.I remember playing with the hem of the soft pink crinkled dress my mom had made me for this trip. It traveled well and the cotton was perfect in the hot tropical weather. I thought to myself, “Gosh I love this dress! But would I die in this dress?” The thoughts were endless as we made our way through the dense tropical terrain. Finally we arrived to a place in the clearing. There was a cement building and we were asked to get off the bus and follow the men. The odd thing about buildings in Central America is that often times they would have cement floors and walls but no roofs. This was the case with this building. There were probably a couple of reasons for this, I can only guess that it was they may have run out of funds or the weather was generally nice and they didn’t need to have a ceiling. I found this quite humorous. We were asked to enter and sit at the tables and for the next couple of hours we sat and waited. There was nothing else to do but look up at the banana trees that seem to be watching over us. I remember saying a prayer which I am sure the others were doing. After the militia had seemed to have enough of sitting there staring at us they finally motion for us to head back to our bus. No longer captive under the banana trees we were free! As soon as our old yellow school bus carried us back down the mountain we asked Marilyn what the military men wanted with us any way. She answered, “You’re not gonna believe it, they said they wanted a little more time to look at the beautiful American women.”

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richardarmitagefanpage · 3 years

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According to IMDb, Rodolfo Sancho joins the cast of The Man from Rome.

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richardarmitagefanpage · 3 years

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According to IMDb, Amaia Salamanca and Simón Andreu join the cast of The Man from Rome.

Paz Vega is no longer listed in The Man from Rome cast. Amaia Salamanca will play the role of Macarena that belonged to Paz Vega.

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richardarmitagefanpage · 3 years

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According to IMDb, Will Keen joins the cast of The Man from Rome.

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