This morning I go for breakfast in a small café. It as recently been opened
by a couple of young people, arrived from Medellin one year ago.
I met them yesterday evening, during a "party" in Carlo's caravan.

I sit down on a stump, and hear an old woman calling her granddaughter "Sophiiiiiia".
I laugh and tell her that is also my name. "I know", she told me. Then she ask me
to follow her "I did a draw also. Now, I would like to put some colors,
but I don't know nothing about painting, come home and advice me".