San Victorino is an old commercial landmark in Bogotá, the city where I live in South América. Although it is a place where you can get anything you want very cheaply, I have always disliked it. It has gone through some transformations in the last couple of decades but it remains a place I would normally avoid going to. It feels rough, hectic, and unsafe. You see it all; the dodgy-ness, the survival, the rummaging, the bargaining, the hard work, the ability and resolution of the merchants, the desolation of the inhabitants of the streets, a few burglars, and pensioners wandering around amongst it all.
One morning, while at work, I was asked to go there on my own to buy some chemicals. I immediately, but silently, reacted. I didn´t want to go there and especially that day as I was wearing my fancy clothes and didn´t have my trainers that would allow me to run if something went wrong. My body hardened and my face changed its glow for a frown, yet I responded: “Yes! Sure, I can do that.”
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