In the heart of Bogotá, Colombia, there is another small "white city". But this city seems to live by its own rules. Nobody was born there. Nobody sleeps there ever. The police never enter there. And despite these strange circumstances, the people of this city live a powerful sense of community and a daily life that, although not exempt from violence and other problems of coexistence, sometimes surprises with the kind complicity that its members share. This city is the campus of the National University of Colombia, which is traditionally called the "White City". It can not be said that the white city is a perfect model of coexistence, of exercising freedoms and cultural rights. However, with these photographs I want to pay tribute to the people who give life to this peculiar space, in which the broad sociopolitical and cultural differences that characterize Colombia are condensed in a relatively harmonious way. In a country that today lives thirsty for examples of building peace and meeting the other, I am convinced that the inhabitants of this white city have much to say.