There is a mural painted on a huge wall in the Pico-Union neighbourhood in Los Angeles. It depicts two angels with only one wing each. Above is an inscription “We are each of us angels with one wing. We can only fly embracing each other.”
While rummaging through some of my writings, I came across something which I had jotted down way back in 1999, when I was still living in Colombia, “I don’t like Bogotá . . . it’s too big, the city is huge . . . I always imagined coming to Latin America and live in a small remote village in the middle of nowhere and not in such a Europeanized city. . . it’s too impersonal . . . as soon as I get off the bus downtown, I get caught in the humdrum rat race of the big city and I start rushing same as other people. It’s too violent . . . three times I was going to be robbed in broad daylight. The whole city makes me tense, nervous, angry, scared. It’s cold all year round. Finally! Here is something which I like. I like the cold weather on top of the mountain where we live, I like sitting in our small, warm cosy kitchen, sipping endless cups of Colombian coffee. Yes, it’s nice to be inside when outside is chilly, cold, wintry and wet . . .”
BRO CARMEL DUCA MC
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