1993 was the year when the famous drug capo Pablo Escobar was killed. It was also the year I graduated high school. The years leading up to his death were marked by car bombs, murders, and constant threats as a result of the war declared by Escobar on the Colombian state. And although these events were definitive to how we lived, we also lost ourselves in the experiences of adolescent boys in a city and society marked by a very strong sense of class.
Between documentation and imagination, I think back to the tensions between masculinity and class in the legitimization of silent histories and ongoing violences that have traversed Colombia’s history.