The police officer, wearing a fluorescent yellow coat, pointed to a wall of bodies blocking the top of the staircase. “You’re up there,” she barked. Great. We didn’t have seat numbers and we could hear that the match, Colombia versus Peru, had already started. “You sure about this?” I asked Julian, our token Colombian. He […]
November 9, 2010
I have always been friends with loads of lawyers. I have no idea why I am attracted to these people – perhaps it’s their natural charm and quick wittedness, or simply the fact they argue about bloody anything. Colombia is no different and last week, after a dinner party, I was left drinking and debating […]
November 5, 2010
When I met Mauricio three months ago, I filed him away as a tall, smiley lawyer with a skinny dog in tow. We swapped numbers then, but only spoke for the first time last Tuesday, when he called me during lunch. I was stuffing my face and struggling with Spanish. “Hey Vicki, how are you?” […]
November 25, 2010
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