Remembering Bogotá

Last year my dad and I were going in a car travel passing by the south of Bogota and he pointed out the car and told me that when he was my age, there was pasture in both sides of the street. I bet the Bogotans have heard this from their parents at least once, even my dad heard it from my grandpa 25 years ago. The capital city grows fast and probably in 25 years we will be saying the same words that our parents said, but, I really feel bad knowing that the capital landscape is becoming an overcrowded place without green on it. The Bogotans know how it feels like to wake up with that landscape of mountains surrounding the city, almost like they were protecting us, in fact, my uncle taught me how to locate myself in middle of the city by looking at them, but the saddest part is that the mountains are becoming less green and more polluted. I wonder if in the past, the mountains of the center of the city looked like the outskirts of north Bogota or Sopó, a beautiful landscape. I hope that someday with my future hypothetical son of 18 years, I don't have to say pointing to a pile of houses: "There used to be mountains."