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  • My father always carried a camera with him. A Japanese man with a camera wearing a hat and wandering the city, he looked like the cliché of the tourist. He did even 40 years after his arrival to Bogota.

    This is one of his photos, taken in front of the National University back in the 70's. As I took the picture I had the fleeting certainty that through my eyes he continues to discover the world, that there's a sort of continuity in the way I see the world and walk about it, with the surprised gaze of the passing traveller, carrying a camera.
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