Cuando el hogar no es seguro: La dura realidad de la infancia en la costa de Colombia
A warm breeze drifts through the barred window. Outside, a dusty dirt road leads down to the water, where small blue-and-white fishing boats bob gently as Caribbean waves lap the shore. Somewhere nearby, a cumbia beat plays from a radio or phone. A few adventurous tourists, straying from Santa Marta’s center, sit at makeshift beachside restaurants, eating fresh caught fish with coconut rice.
“Todo es un reto acá,” she says, her voice loud and edged with frustration. She crosses her arms over her chest.
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