The Entropic Life of Wiston Quinto

This story began when I was 40 years old. I was a sad man with no illusions, a year after I was liquidated from Santander bank I had no money to maintain my home, we lived in a poor neighborhood called "Conidec" in the city of Barranquilla (Colombia), in my neighborhood I was the only black person, because the other people thought they were white even though they knew they were not. I lived situations that made me think that I had to take my daughters out of Barranquilla and look for a...
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This story began when I was 40 years old. I was a sad man with no illusions, a year after I was liquidated from Santander bank I had no money to maintain my home, we lived in a poor neighborhood called "Conidec" in the city of Barranquilla (Colombia), in my neighborhood I was the only black person, because the other people thought they were white even though they knew they were not. I lived situations that made me think that I had to take my daughters out of Barranquilla and look for a country where they would not live what I saw daily in mine, discrimination against them, prostitution, corruption, look for a country where they could have their own criteria and a better life, where being poor was not a martyrdom and stop counting.