My parents, Harold and Dorothy Siebert, have stories to tell. They now live on the paradise of Pender Island, a stones throw from the ferry route to Vancouver Island, BC. Twenty years ago we lived in Colombia, a country then ripped apart by civil war and drug cartels. In Medellin, murder was the leading cause of death for males. We lived in Medellin when drug lord Pablo Escobar declared an all out war on the government, police, and foreigners. Crazy.
Dear Mother Dorothy just gave a talk to friends on the island, and warned me that I shouldn’t open the script unless I had lots of time to reminisce. She’s written a great book about our experience there – hopefully published soon. I don’t have time now to go into stories, some of which I have talked about here already, but here are some pictures of those years.