Movement of all storytellers

by Kinga Karacsonyi (Hungary)

Making a local connection Colombia

There is a coffee on the corner, white house and a few tables in front, let’s have one! It’s a nice and sunny day, with a young spirit around, perfect to take an eye on what is happening in this inside/outside colorful country. A spot, where we can understand what kind of thinking we are breathing in, with the air of Bogotá. Fountain takes place in the middle of the plaza. Huge pink windows behind catching my attention, and the “joggling clown on a monocycle” statue proves it’s importance. These open doors and windows, are representing the only thing that has left for us as a freedom weapon today, even for people living in a system, where politicians stymies their life. Joy of creation. When you are traveling in a country, with such a situation, the answer of 'what to see' , only depends on how truly you want to get to know this place. As my eyes are wondering through this city episode, a tree appears. It’s enormous green leaves testifies, ancient energy believes, that we are still one, and as it’s flowing into me, through this Colombian moment, the voyage starts. The warmth that welcomed us, was comforting, and however the reputation of this country can be misleading, I cannot be more grateful, that we started our three months journey, right there, on this square. Not just the flora and fauna, the variety of fruits and vegetables or the language peculiarities what are mesmerizing, but the power of the people. Mostly. The looks in the eyes, will tell you more than a million word, and the meanings will burn inside your soul. And here, in the biggest city of this realm, you can establish a great knowledge of the cultures, and the living tribes you are going to get to know, if you are taking a trip to Colombia. You can understand their connection to the gold, the ancient purpose of it, and how todays man deal with the power of this matter, sometimes terribly wrong. But compering to the amount of forests I’ve seen, that's just a dot in the eternity of values. As far as eyes can reach, a blanket of green covers you to rest from the craziness of civilization. Many of them, such like the coca trees, sustain health and livelihood for the people in these mountain areas, but also been judged wrong and destroyed for others prosperity, which could be fatal. Locally and globally. So yes, there are many ups, and many downs, literally and actually speaking, but as far as I understood, what helps going through difficulties, is what we call art, they call simply: creation. Singing, dancing, painting are part of the everyday routine, and this capital is a very lively center of all. I have to be honest, it was surprising for me, how vivid the University life in Bogotá, and how strongly they are fighting, for education to be. I turn my head in the direction of a sound. Speaking. Loud speaking. This very natural human habit, suddenly reforms into a super power, mesmerizing everyone at once. Here he stands, a short, thin boy, talking to the crowd. And not just any crowd, but a listening one. Laughing gives the rhythm of his words, and it’s probably just my mind, but I can see how ideas born, how creativity grow as huge as those green leaves are. My Spanish is quite imperfect, but the secret of communication lies exactly here. I can’t understand hundred percent what this guy is talking about, but the way he choose to express himself, is awaking my soul to listen, and be a part of something greater than one story. Invites me to became a student of life, and to participate in the movement of all storytellers.