Letter to LATAM
Maybe I don’t like the little things: the whispered conversations, the delicate food, the minimalist architecture, and the subtle gestures.
I prefer to embrace my vivid colors, which are everywhere I go: in my grandmother’s porcelain, in the mountains that frame my house, in the fruits just two hours away from my home.
I don’t understand many things: European cinema, American poetry, first-world issues, or the consumerism of their youth.
But I understand the mothers who have to say goodbye to their sons, the blessings from people I haven’t seen in many years, the pain of living with difficulty—and with happiness.
I love the eloquence of my people, the loudness of the streets, the daily confessions of strangers, the warmth of familiarity.
And I’m proud of that—of being unlikeable, unpredictable, and unique.
Photos: Valera Яevuelta (Instagram)
















