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Colombian Woman [In Spanish, look below for Spanish text]: When I was a girl things weren't easy, but now it rains and rains. We haven't even dried the coca leaves and they've already rotted. They say its because of global warming. 2 years ago the river took my brothers house, it took my brother his wife, my nephew, and the baby girl. We found it covered with mud and in the places where it was dried it looked like ashes. Last year was difficult but the men who buy the coca leaves told us to grow what we could, and we did it and they they took it. We waited and we waited and then finally they told us that they could not pay us, because nobody wants to buy coca leaves. *baby crying in the background* (talking to it) shhhhhh... Hush my little girl. Good girl. This year the rains returned and we could not grow anything. Now the people say that nobody will buy the coca leaves, it's not worth anything to anyone. In Bogotá they only want Opal. They buy Opal in the United States and they bring it to Bogotá... Opal... (thanks for this! this would've been a phonetic nightmare)