The bus crawled up the hill on my way to work. I spotted a cluster of motorbikes and the traffic coming down the hill had stopped. Which could only mean there had been an accident. And so it was.
The girl lay flat on the ground, her side covered in dirt. Three men stood guard around her and one crouched at her side and held her hand.
Then I heard sirens and thought, Oh great, an ambulance.
A policeman marched down the hill and took control of the traffic. But he was making way for the huge blue and grey buses of INPEC, Colombia’s Prison Service, taking prisoners down to the court in the centre of Medellín.
The last I saw was the girl being helped to her feet by the men.
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