‘Emotionally, the hardest part for me was not allowing my vulnerability to show. The others were relying on me, and I had to be strong for them. But when it became too much, I would find a quiet place away from the group, and pray or scream in frustration.’

‘As a girl, you're controlled by your father, and later by your husband or son. I remember making a simple doll as a child, made from a stick and fabric scraps. It had no arms, no legs, no eyes — a lifeless figure. To me, this represented how many women feel in my country  — powerless, controlled by men.’

‘When it was time to return to Bolivia, my father hid our passports, leaving us stranded. It was a shocking and disorienting experience. We hadn’t said goodbye to friends or family, and I had nothing with me except a diary covered in traditional aguayo fabric.’

It felt like every word he spoke carried immense weight, transporting us far from our daily struggles. It was a night filled with reverence - we were united in our defiance of the fear that surrounded us.

‘A missile strike had hit an apartment building, and the rescuers initially assumed it was empty. But a soldier heard someone crying from the rubble, and the drone was deployed to investigate. The heat signatures from the thermal camera led rescuers to a mother and her child, both trapped beneath the debris. The mother was unconscious and injured, while her child was awake, bewildered, and trying to understand what was happening. Thanks to the drone, both were rescued and received urgent medical care.’