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My father was born here in Bogota! Calle 69a! My grandfather was looking for oil in the jungle back then. Imagine, three generations of a Dutch family have now looked at the same majestic mountains surrounding this city. Due to the renovation of the city, houses have changed numbers, so it is always difficult to find old addresses. Eventually I found my dad’s old house.
Today, graffiti is spoiling the beauty of old buildings. Look at the gun on the brick. Gangs against schools. I pray the latter will win. There’s a school in the middle of this picture. I’m happy to see education being taken seriously in this sometimes-violent country. Here too, more and more girls go to school.
Amsterdam, The Netherlands