It’s not easy to talk about Colombia. It is not easy to talk about Colombia mainly because unlike my friend blogger, Diana the Globetrotter, who has traveled far and wide, I saw only a small part. My trip was too short for the huge territory and perhaps even a bit incoherent. It was a first brief encounter that left in me some sort of nostalgia and a great desire to return.
Colombian journalist Adolfito Florez Garcon called me “photographer of the people” and although I never thought of myself in those terms, maybe Adolfito is right. I like getting in touch with people, meeting their culture, listening to their stories, the tales about their lives, their hopes, desires, sufferings, problems, joys, births and deaths.
In Colombia I met farmers, rich and poor but fierce women, breeders, musicians, singers, collectors, workmen, feminists, poetesses, women who fight for peace and integration, people of African descent e many children.
City people and country people, river and sea people, I’ve never met so many people in other trips, everyone with his story to tell.
Music, colors, gestures of kindness and kindness in words. Poetry and love for nature in mind of all those I met and I spent my time with. I met special people aware and respectful of Mother Earth and the water in all its forms, feelings that we totally forgot if not actually lost. Surely it’s not all a bed of roses. Near Buenaventura there are huge shantytowns where most of the people live at the limit or even below the poverty line and where is very dangerous to venture into.
I went to Choco on the delta of San Juan where the river feed into the Pacific Ocean and there, in Burujòn, among the Indians Wounaan, I experienced the constant, wild and incessant rain, almost scaring in its power. It was in Choco, the rainiest region of the world, where I made the most exciting and important experience of my journey. In this village far from the world, the economy is only based on agriculture, fishing, wood and on the beautiful handcraft made by women. It’s a simple living, where poverty doesn’t mean misery. It’s all about living and enjoying the basic essentials, including food, clothing and housing, where poverty is intended as primary education of what is useful and pleasant for living.