Eloy's diary entry 1

I felt so lost, there are a thousand different emotions swirling around my head . Today i had to carry out an eviction order . We rode for six hours , reaching Rio Chiquito . I saw the family at the door of their miserably tattered hut . Covered in rags , they stared back at the lieutenant with their lifeless eyes , pale and silent lips quivering . They loaded their belogings , straining their arms which protested in pain to carry their shabby iron beds , table and wardrobe . I was troubled by the thought of the same thing happening to my family . After escorting the family to a boundary of coconut palms , i was ordered to burn their hut . If the family was watching from the coconut palms , i think they will feel angyry at the same time sad , to see their home get burnt. The structure that has been sheltering them from rain , preventing the sun from baking them. The humble hut that , despite its shabbiness , was home . My mind instinctively drift to my family . I had a stab of fear .