First off, I’m not sure why I’m using the little quotes around each letter. They strike me as unnecessary, but since I started that trend, I think I’ll just have to stick it out for another 28 days.
So, B = Bogotá, capital city of Colombia.
You know, I haven’t been back in almost 18 years? I could have had a baby and it would be almost able to vote. And that baby would not know Bogotá.
Neither would I, at this point.
It’s hard for me to write about that place that lies somewhere between a lovely hazy dream and a cruel nightmare, because every day that passes I remember less.
And every day that passes, whatever bit that might lie tucked into some corner of my memory may have been dug up and changed completely, just because that is the nature of places and things and people.
And Bogotá. They love themselves some construction there, you know. They love doing construction during rush hour and while sirens blare and drivers jump on the sidewalks and chaos abounds and a small bus looms deathly close to you and honks "La Cucaracha".
Or maybe that doesn’t happen anymore. Maybe it just did, somewhere in my mind.
It’s been especially hard and yet oddly exciting for me to explore a Flickr group called "The Bogotá Chain," where places I remember and places whose appearance draw a complete blank are followed one after another, like memories I never had.
But the truth is that I don’t know if it’s possible to miss something that, while being an intrinsic part of who you are, you are not sure if you have it anymore.
Or if you ever were part of it in the first place.