Deciding to leave a place has never been easy for me, but the decision to leave Cochabamba has been hardest of all. In less than a month, I will travel out to a new life – studying politics in the vast metropolis that is Buenos Aires. The prospect fills me with excitement and sadness in equal measure.
People say that Cochabamba is a village. Over a million people live in the metropolitan area, but somehow – probably because of the marked inequality and class divides – you bump into the same people over and over again, at their regular tables in the same bars, ruminating on life. I have always had a frenetic energy that makes it difficult to be still, rushing instead from place to place in search of fresh ideas, new people, different horizons. That is why, after two years, I’m moving on.
