TL is a teenage nation—and I’m not referring to the post-independence population boom that fills the capital streets with boys and girls in school uniforms. It’s a nation with plenty of problems, a nation who still doesn’t really know who it is, but also a nation that is just beginning to scratch the surface of its potential.
It is a city that lives in the shadow of a volcano. A city of sharp contrasts. A city that is politically radical and socially conservative. A city that met me at the right time, when I was ripe to fall in love with a place. When I arrived that first time, more than a decade
It’s an easy way to grasp how much more it will grow, but if all you see is a dollar value then you’re missing the point.
Last year I went to the NYC marathon as a spectator. It was incredible. It was one of the most positive environments I had ever been a part of. There was no other team to root against, no one you wanted to do poorly. Every person there was cheering wildly for complete strangers. Many people
Training for a marathon can be a poetic metaphor for life, and the most important lesson for both is to never give up.