Quibdó, 2 September 2018

I read your message, I reread it. I’m glad you’re getting some rest. We won’t meet up this time and I confess I felt sad when I read that. I feel sad now as I write it.

Medellín is more and more like a beloved memory. It’s gradually fading away. I didn’t think this would happen so quickly; three years isn’t long. I suppose these letters stop it happening with you as well.

We’ll have another chance soon enough, when some institution invites me to something. Then I’ll go. And of course, I’ll let you know. I have a present for you, and I wanted to give it to you in person. I think I’ll keep it until we meet. Some things are meant for particular moments.

Hugs,

Velia