When I think of refugees, I am reminded of the women in the picture above. I took this photo in 2009, when I was travelling in the state of Bolivar, Colombia. These women were internal refugees. They had been farm wives who had been forced to flee. They had watched helplessly as army after army had attacked their farms and killed their husbands and older sons. Armies from the government, mining paramilitaries, the drug lords, and the guerrillas had fought for control of these small farms. They used bombs, land mines, guns, crop dusters, to assert their authority over the families lands. These women had fled for their lives because the various fighting forces did not care who they shot in the cross fire. The women fled to tiny huts with their smaller children. They cannot afford to send their children to school. They barely are able to make ends meet, their only income comes from selling tortillas. These women, hurt by war, remain determined to keep what is left of their families together.