San Antonio Del Tequendama Cundinamarca, Colombia November 1938 'My front door is broken, bleeding guts of shadows...' '...how do I find new skin...' '...among my desolate bones...' "But this is nothing, right?" whispered Tatiana. "I'm still alive." These were her abstract thoughts as she stared like a saucer-eyed cat confronting a deluge--stared into her emerald green eyes in the large, heart-shaped crest-mirror hanging above the vanity table in her bedroom suite at Hotel "Bochica," Salto del Tequendama. Tatiana Marita Ospina has run away from her forced marriage to an aristocratic...