In my childhood particularly there was a period that considerably marked the course of the city, and it was the terrible period of drug trafficking that left as a consequence some injuries on our culture that still are not healed.

After getting some work done in the morning, I decide to head to town for lunch. On the way, I pass a small house downhill from the hostel where three little kids are singing to “Niña Bonita” amongst chickens and a few dogs. Further down, I pass a donkey standing in the middle of the [...]