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A long, shrill wistle. Our bus arrived, we take our backpacks and the paint cans. Danilo laughs as he stumbles and brushes his hair out of his face. He’s happy, today we are going to meet with a community that’s dear to him. I look out he window. It seemed that we were still and the landscape moved vertiginously to our sight. Raúl, the bus driver, is in a hurry. As we arrive all the kids go nuts and start to ask questions and guide us through their neighborhood, Obrero on the outskirts of Quibdó. We run with the children to Juanca’s home. Her wife, Neri tell us no to be shy, invite us into her home. The soil floor and the wooden walls allows, their home is really fresh. It’s really warm outside. With a few plastic bottles with yellow and blue painting we go to Emilia’s home. We tell her that today we are going to be painting with her the facade of her house. She is reticent: “We are in drought, it’s hard for us to bring water home”. We convince her and start doing the activity. All the children want to paint, we assign each one an area. Emilia smiles. She loves children eventhough she couldn’t have her own. “I take care of them when their parents work” she tells us as her eyes sparkle with laughter. Liam just painted Camila’s arm and sticking out her tongue says “Now we are even!”. Despite of the problems with the AUC and the constant curfews, the sense of community is evident. It’s noon and we are done. The children painted Little fishes under the windows. Neri tells us that lunch is ready. We all go back to her house. “Today’s dish is “Sopa de queso” I hope you like it”. We all sit in front of her home in a circle and Jose start to crack really bad jokes. Food is delicious, I’ve never had “queso costeño” before and it really does it’s trick. We end up drinking a glass of Pipilongo, a mixeture of Green cane alcohol and herbs. With the itchy sensation on my lips and all the gabble, I think we achieved something important. Today was a good day.