I know that I’ve thrashed Cartagena quite harshly in the past. I could never reconcile the beautiful impression offered in Old Town and the dirty and corrupt rest of the city. But while spending two beautiful January weeks in Cartagena, I began to fall in love with the city. It was the first time I stayed in a hotel here and with a job at the old Heredia theatre, it couldn’t be anything but beautiful. But it raised a question. How can I portray the beauty of Cartagena without turning the lens away from the vast problems of inequality, corruption, exclusion and over-exploitation that are the harsh, but for visitors often hidden, reality in Cartagena? It’s so easy to wait until the street is empty from tourists to take the picture or only show the prettiest house, or to take picture of the sea without showing the highway that stretches along the water. But let me show my version of Cartagena.