Oscar Castro

Don't worry about it.

You'll be fine.

This jail is run by the Colombians.

You're going to be good here.

He was like, you ever been in jail here?

I was like, no, never.

Oh, OK.

You're going to see it's a party over there.

So I'm there, I believe, for the next two days.

And December 24th, they walk me out of that holding cell and I start walking me down the block.

I'm in the streets accompanied by like five police officers walking down the street, going to the jail right next door.

Now, as I'm walking, I hear a bunch of loud music, salsa music.

December 24th, you know, it's Christmas Eve.

It's a party.

get to the front door the music's even louder bunch of guards there addressing you know fatigues they open up the doors everybody's you know gringo gringo and i'm like hey yeah the gringo speaks spanish so they're like oh you're you're gonna be fine don't worry about it man where are you from you know everybody's asking this young lady guard she's like don't worry you're gonna be fine here it's a party inside man i'm like what where am i

So I signed a bunch of paperwork.

They take some photos of me, you know, put me up against the wall, left, right, bam, bam.

And then they go through all the stuff I had, the stuff that they didn't steal, you know, at the hotel.

And now they're walking me down this tunnel.

I'm walking down the tunnel and I see at the end of a tunnel, sunlight beaming through, through the bars and a bunch of faces like, you know, people trying to look down the tunnel.