Where does Bogota go from here?

I was out paying the rent. A banal and hardly soul satisfying event in my life. Queues and Colombian banks. The call from Alba came through onto my cellphone. Over the sound of fire engines, police cars and military sirens I missed it. It was 1102 on Tuesday morning. More pressing on my mind has Read more about Where does Bogota go from here?[…]

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