We’ve been friends since we were 10, inseparable. The pillars of her house passed away, and she decided to leave and try her luck in Bogotá. Andrea was born in the capital, and in a way, she feels that being there equals progress.

I try to understand when we became adults without wanting to.
This story is her portrait, my visit, questions about a moment in life when we found each other again and shared a collection of fears we voice as part of a generation.