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« Boarding pass please » She began to walk in direction of Migration. She wanted so hardly to go back and hold her daughter for another five minutes. Her daughter was there, moving her hand in a see-you-soon way. Still seven months to go until she will have her back home. Meanwhile she had to let her live in Colombia. “What a country!” she thought. “Pasaporte, por favor!” During a month, she had learned Spanish through kindly smiles and encouraging words which she had no clue of what it could possibly mean. But she discovered the warmness of the Caribbean people, not only through their delicious meals, which her stomach had politely rejected, but also through the proudness they have for their culture, music and dances. Moreover, she shared the view of a jungle falling into the ocean with the company of a monkey, she slept with the sound of hard worker mosquitos, she ate her breakfast helped by flies. “Please, come this way”. From the North to the South, they travelled following the sea, they watched some sunrises in Palomino and some sunsets in Isla Barú. How they succeed to go from one place to another could be called a miracle. Just thinking about, she was laughing again, with the Colombian bus you learn that they're going to come but you just don't know when! She also understood that the Coast life means the slower the better, no need to speak up and why would you give the right direction directly when you can give a ride through the whole city. Cartagena was the ideal city to spend the ultimate day of the journey. She really appreciated the variety of museums, the colonial and colourful architecture and the peacefulness of its habitants. She ended up thinking about a flirty Argentinian, her cries in front of the simplicity of happiness’s beauty, her love for every moment she had spent with her daughter. “It was challenging to live alone half a world away. But Mommy, Colombia had showed me joy, independence and love. Can you see its generosity? Let you fall into its fever, don’t be scared.” No, she wasn’t anymore. She was going back with precious memories. – Her daughter’s smile by the sea, the unknown was closer than ever, telling stories about its people, what had been discovered would be remembered as an orange sunset warming up a last time their hearts full of Colombians adventures. – “Welcome on board, your captain speaking, it’s a ten hour flight direction to Geneva.”