When my father came home that day it was after a deep emotional trauma. He was through a car accident twice, once it threw him out of the curve, the other time he curved someone. But what he was wearing in his eyes that day was something else. I haven't seen it before but knew that the shine he had in his eyes was known tome from somwehere. I admit I was used to see him drunk but as much as he could drink no one would ever be able to believe me. But that thing of the shining behind, that thing was there, that needed to prevail, that needed to be reveald. And, not for the last, that thing needed someone as strong as my father was to be revealed. As no one was ever able to carry it on. Carry on!
Thank you.
Pictured: Around the 7th century BC, the Muisca flourished on the plains of the eastern Cordillera in Colombia.
Linguistically related to the Tairona, they formed a sophisticated civilization renowned for their mastery of goldwork and intricate artistry.
The Muisca are best remembered for their role in the legend of El Dorado, where their ceremonial offerings of gold to Lake Guatavita symbolized spiritual devotion.
These treasures, however, also attracted Spanish conquistadors, who sought to exploit the Muisca's wealth.
Despite this, their legacy endures in the artifacts and cultural influence they left behind, offering a glimpse into one of South America's most intriguing ancient societies…