An immigrant story from the son of an immigrant country

Last weekend I visited the home that my father grew up in. The slope-side building in Bogota's historic district of La Candelaria is a "hippie" hostel today. In the room that was once occupied by my family, a small TV entertains languid backpackers spread out on mats across the tiled floor. The ceiling is about …

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Colombia: Ground with gusto

Stepping out of the tower next to the Colombian Stock Exchange in northern Bogota, I walked in search of a bank down a clean-swept sidewalk seamlessly covered in mid-morning shade by a few of the columns of earth-tone brick buildings that so define the city’s skyline. I had been increasingly in need of an ATM that …

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