Changes

: ''When I was a little girl, things weren't easier. But now, in a year it keeps raining and raining. --- We haven't taken out the coca leaves yet, and they're already rotting. They say that it's because of the global warming. Two years ago, the river took my brother's home, took to my brother, his wife, my nephew, and the baby.. We found her covered in mud, and where it was drieddry, it looked like ashes. The last Last year was difficult, but the men who buy the coca leaves, said to us to sow what we could..We did it and they took it. We hoped and we hoped, finally they said to us that they could not pay to us, that already nobody wanted to buy coca leavesanymore. Shh Shh. Calm down my daughter... How pretty... This year the rains returned and it was not possible to sow. Now the people say that nobody purchase buys the coca leaves anymore. It's not longer worth it to anybody. Still in Bogota, they only want Opal. Opal is bought in the United Estates and brought to Bogota... Opal...''