- POSTED GK Alfredo Cohen Montoya
I didn’t fall well to eat it. I was barely a child when I ended up with a giant closet that was in my home studio. Cayó de golpe contra el suelo, an illustrated encyclopaedia of the twentieth century that broke the acetate discs of El Flecha, the literary character of David Sánchez Juliao, with which my father fell in love with the Caribbean. Those were times when drug trafficking blew carts in the streets of Colombia, so the unexpected noise of the closet imploding hit me. At that age, no one had told me that there were bichos that would feed on wood cellulose.
This starts what I write best for and does achieve its purpose: to generate ideas to corrode the system. I will become his fan, his loyal follower, his soldier, termite number one.
It is a joy that this space celebrates a year in the year in which invisible bichos seem to destroy everything. The vast majority of social entrepreneurs do not achieve this, but I am convinced that a project that lasts more than a year can last a lifetime. That can, does not mean that he will achieve it, but it can because it is a collective project, which knows what he wants and more or less where he goes.
Congratulations to this plural project, with character, independence, own voice that, like termites, is used to working as a team.
When I met those behind the initiative, I understood that I could not wait any longer and that I also wanted to be there: to do something like this, with so much wood ahead of me.
Text originally published in EL COMEJÉN.