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Sunset in Bogota          Photo by Pablo Abitbol

It's almost three months since Bogota is my hometown again. This city of magnificent and violent sunsets, never ending rain, cold houses and sometimes scorching sun. I was born here. I have lived many years here. I love and hate this town.

I say to myself that I don't have time to write on this blog but the truth is that I spend a lot of time looking through the window at those flaming sunsets trying to digest what is happening around me, trying to reconcile the peaceful dream that was living those past years in my little German town with the heart-rending lack of restraint that is living in this city, in this country, in this century.

I had never seen my city so poor, so broken, so full of tears. And my heart is very sad.

So, please, have patience with me while I recover the strength, the illusion and acquire a protective cuirass. I promiss, though, not to become blind and apathetic.

Now that my soul's atmosphere was revealed, it seems sincere, even therapeutic, to return to this space. We'll see if LIRIO blooms once again the way flowers can only do around the Andes and if LILI becomes strong and happy again.

I'll leave you with something that I do enjoy everyday: the colors, the smell, the taste and the exuberance of this soil.

Market Place of Paloquemao in Bogota