To celebrate Christmas in Bogotá, at my parents home, I took my miniature origami Christmas tree. It is as tall as a bottle of wine. I have been folding models for this tree for a few years.
When I was packing to leave Bogotá, my mother asked me if I was going to take the tree with me. I said yes. But I did not have the heart to dismantle and place it in my suitcase. I left it in her loving hands.
Today I celebrate the arrival of the New Year here in the vicinity of the North Pole, where I live, surrounded by Christmas trees in real snow. Very romantic, but my equatorial bones have not yet acquired the soul of a polar bear. They resist this frozen whiteness, so glamorous… in Christmas cards.
I envy my tree. It stayed to enjoy the tropical air.