Part of the current discourse in the international media about Colombian cycling is that of a "rebirth". That is to say that Colombian cycling has only managed to truly exist, or to matter, when it did so in Europe, and at the highest level. And while we can't discount the amazing triumphs of this current generation of riders in Europe, it's important to remember that Colombia's cycling history is a long and impressive one. One as colorful and beautiful as the country itself. This is exactly why it pains me to no end to see how parts of the sport are being managed in Colombia today.
So while I understand exactly why this Colombian renaissance is viewed as such (I don't meant to to be wilfully obtuse here), I'm also reminded of a small portion of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Nobel Lecture, which I know I've quoted here on the blog before. But it rings true in such a way that even reading it triggers a visceral response in me, as it best explains the timeless difficulty that Colombians will seemingly always experience, when faced with explaining our reality to others.
"...our crucial problem has been a lack of conventional means to render our lives believable. This, my friends, is the crux of our solitude."
And so it goes. But our memories are real, and it's our duty to protect them, and to keep trying to find the means by which we can render our lives believable.