Today is the last day of the year. I’m wearing my yellow underwear; it’s a new year’s tradition in this part of the world. People say it shall bring wealth, luck and happiness for the upcoming twelve months. Growing up, I used to consider it silly to wear yellow underwear on new year’s eve. Today I think silly is the one who doesn’t.
My article has opened this year’s edition of the vimways.org series. Check it out here
I’ve had some free time these days while visiting my parents and little sister in their home in the Colombian Andes. At almost 3000 meters above sea level, it’s a very warm place despite the freezing mountain temperatures; full of nostalgic memories and friendly faces. Chaotic but always welcoming.
It is clear to me that maintaining a popular helper is not worth the time nor the hassle. Without entering into details, this has become an unpaid job I dislike more and more - and I’ve been talking about it for far too long too. As such, this project is now unmaintained.
Where I come from we have a saying that I like very much: de la risa al llanto, which translates to from laughter to tears. It’s used in situations that appear beneficial at first, but end up turning into a curse; when the line between the bad and the good dissipates, when the dream becomes the nightmare.