 And for me, that was very important, was very touching. One day you were blindfolded, hauled into the back of a truck, and taken to Santiago, some 800 miles to the south. They jailed you in Tres Alamos, a vicious prison, but not a secret one like others. Your mom, who had a beauty salon, tracked you down there when she learned of your whereabouts from a client who was the wife of an army officer.