Writer and freelance journalist, living in Colombia, exploring the rest of Latin America.
The boy had one dream and one plan and three days after his twentieth birthday, he decided it was time to act. He said goodbye to his mother. She cried. He said goodbye to his girlfriend. She cried too, although a little less than his mother because she, at least, expected to see him again. […]More
At that time Bogotá was a remote, lugubrious city where an insomniac rain had been falling since the beginning of the sixteenth century... In the streetcars and public urinals there was a melancholy sign. "If you don't fear God, fear syphilis." Gabriel García Márquez