Also, I’m entering a new stage that I’ll be able to mention on Friday.
Since sex is not happening by choice, for few more days, I’m focusing on painting and also on this new book I just bought… Pablo Escobar: My Father.
I guess you all get what this memoir is about.
Growing in South America, Pablo Escobar was a very popular name, although, I never paid attention on him in detail. He was “famous” but not from my country.
All I knew is that he was the most powerful drug lord and criminal back then, and whenever you heard “Colombia” you immediately associated with aguardiente and drugs.
Pablo Escobar is NOT the one on Netflix.
This memoir is not the story of a child seeking redemption for his father, but a shocking look at the consequences of violence and the overwhelming need for peace and forgiveness. More to come…