06/24/2026
A recent road trip through Bosnia and Herzegovina, the country where I was born, became much more than a journey across landscapes.
I traveled with my former in-laws, who came all the way from Colombia to discover my homeland. Life has taken us through many changes, yet reconnecting reminded me that some bonds remain. They will always be family, as they are the grandparents of my son.
In my bag, I carried Le radici della Separazione, a book by my teacher Janine van der Merwe.
One morning in Mostar, a city that still bears the visible and invisible marks of separation, I sat with a Bosnian coffee and read its pages. The symbolism was impossible to ignore.
As I traveled through my homeland, I found myself seeing it with new eyes and a more open heart. Accepting it for what it is, what it was for me, and what it will always be.
I am proud to have been born in Bosnia and Herzegovina, a country that has stood courageously through centuries of empires, conflicts, and challenges. Wounded, healing, resilient, and still standing.
Just like me🙏🏽🤸🏽🇧🇦🇨🇴
