White Thread I was given a bit of white oil paint in a small container by an old comrade of my father, Gromanski Lameda. He gave me the paint to write my father's name, Iván Daza, on the cross the campesinos placed by the ambush site where he was disappeared in January 1966. I came by the bridge that now spans over the river they waded across that night before encountering the military ambush. I decided right then, to use the paint instead to trace my father's name over the bridge.