In Panama City there was much beauty, some of which I’ve already shared – the modern high-rise buildings, the historical buildings in the French Quarter. It is, as I’ve said, a city of extremes.
It’s as if you enter a tunnel from the beautiful side
and when you exit the tunnel, you find a more dubious side.
You turn the corner and you find the beast of the city
where those who are allowed to enter the modern, wealthier part of the city only if they are working there, have their homes. Where they undoubtedly struggle to survive and hope for better lives for their children. How cruel it must be to spend your working day in the lives of the wealthy, seeing how many of them waste more of the necessary things in one day than you have for your family for a week. Knowing that your government views you as a low-class, not-very-important part of society.
Yes, there is much beauty. Yes, I am happy I had that experience. But it is not a country that I would wish to visit again.