Life from Canada to Latin America, one word at a time.
This has been a week of hope and despair. On Wednesday, the ELN and the government announced the start of formal, public, peace talks and I got to call various spokespeople and ask them for statements on our radio show. On Thursday, I spent a couple of hours frantically trying to translate a public letter
For not being at all Catholic, Saint Francis of Assisi keeps appearing in my life in strange ways. The first time was during my freshman year at university, when I went to a meeting of the International Social Justice Club. The leaders passed around green cards printed with the Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi.
On street corners and under shade trees, functionaries from Bogota held court almost everyday in Mampujan. Dressed in vests proclaiming their identity as members of the Unidad de Victimas, or the Organization of the American States, or the Sena or universities or whatever, they passed out attendance sheets and lectured the community on how to
Anna L. Vogt 