A few years ago I visited Medellín in Colombia.
One of the most dangerous cities in the world through the 80s and 90s, a large part due to the reign of Pablo Escobar (a man whose name the locals refuse to mention) and the drug trade.
Waves of the heights of these troubles still affecting the streets today, having listened to stories of many locals it seems every single person in that city had murder darken it’s doorstep in some way.
The city landscape is unique but it was the people who won me over.
They have chosen to use what has happened to open up and create a positive from all the negative that once dominated their lives.
It’s one of my favourite place to have visited on my travels and here is a story of another important experience which travel has given me.
La Mujer - The Woman (Medellín 2017)
Walking down this street a few days ago when it was full of people.
The outdoor market in full flow.
People behind their stalls making their living and friends.
People paying for their wants, materially and socially.
Today as I walk down the same street, there is no one in sight.
No people, no stalls, just space.
The market closed, nothing to spend but time.
Then I see her, sitting alone on the bench.
I don't realise how alone until I get closer.
A young woman crying, staring into space.
Space occupied by pain.