Mochoman, the Idol to Pedals to Which the Farc Touched His Life: "in the Beginning I Just Wanted to Die, I Didn't Find Any Meaning"

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In the savannah of Cundinamarca, between mountains where the mist lies like a shroud, a young soldier rose up one morning in 2011 without knowing that the world would change him forever. At the door of his house, a seemingly harmless package concealed the seed of horror. It was an explosive device, sown by the blind violence of the FARC. When Juan José Florian opened that trap, his life flew into pieces: he lost both arms and part of his right l…