Photo: Nadège Mazars. Retrieved from Norwegian Refugee Council
On May 2, I left Bogotá because I was left without a job and without money to pay the rent for the room I was living in. I had been living in Colombia for almost two years and I enjoyed it, despite the estrangement from my family and my own apartment in Venezuela. I had learned to put all of that behind me, letting go of those longings as if they were an unnecessary burden. By Luis Guillermo Franquiz. Full Text-> Pulitzer Center
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