Since the pandemic I’ve lived in one city, worked remotely for companies in two countries and slept in time zones in three different continents. Am I a hopeless circadian rhythm seeker?
How many coffee cups a day is the healthy amount? “None” is not an acceptable answer.
I didn’t register to vote in the city I’m currently living in so I could use elections as an excuse to go to my hometown. Had a blast reuniting with family and friends I hadn’t seen since before the pandemic.
In the primaries I voted for Francia Márquez, a black feminist woman who’s been putting privileged men in their place in every single debate she’s been in. Wish she did better, but now I’m really hoping she will be our vice-president. For Senate, as always, I went with the left.
This year it seems like for the first time in over 200 years the country might have a leftist government. If the current political scenario took place 20-25 years ago there would’ve been at least a couple of candidates assassinated.
Peace is just around the corner. I’m really hopeful for the future 🕊️🇨🇴
🔗 Buscando un jaguar en la hacienda más grande de Colombia
Un periodista y un fotógrafo se embarcaron en la aventura de encontrar en el Casanare a uno de los felinos más esquivos del mundo. No tuvieron suerte, pero a cambio redescubrieron un lugar extraordinario.
Read: The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli
The Other Colombians
Over two decades have passed and the transformation of Medellin is as fascinating as the success of La vendedora de rosas, a movie about "kids killing people with knifes, drugs and lots of cursing..." whose actors, in most cases, ended dead in the streets, in jail or feeling used and struggling in life, completing the perfect portrayal of the forgotten, used and exploited: the other Colombians. Read more...
