That Monday - when the floods began to rush and roll and creep into the city - I was traveling from Portland, Oregon to Bogota, Colombia. I clung to the New York Times I had just bought because I couldn\'t watch the TV anymore. Somehow, information helped to ease the pain of a tragedy that had struck a city and people I will always call home. As we waited in line for the flight to Bogota, I cried a slow rolling tear onto page A1, into the grey floodwaters on Canal St. \"Que te pasa? - What\'s wrong?\" said the voice behind me. The kind elderly Colombian woman on her way to visit family in Cali patted my shoulder . \"It will be ok,\" she said. I couldn\'t help thinking, though, \"when, when will it be ok?\"