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  • I met this person on a slump in Cartagena, Colombia named: Santa Rita. I was invited through a friend who recently moved to the city to follow his passion for photography. We were invited to participate in a local gathering called: "Pico," which is a party with more than 300 people dancing champeta on the streets. During the Pico, I had the opportunity to mingle with some of the attendees (some of them were involved with local gangs,) and that's how I met Cristian. He me stories about his gang, his weapon, and all the excitement that he had when he's in action. During our conversation, I pulled out a piece of paper and asked to write anything that makes him happy. The tone of our conversation changed immediately and he start smiling while he was telling me that how lucky he was for his wife and soon.
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