Rosalba is my aunt. The woman who holds me in her arms when I most need it.  She is also part of a catholic cult  in Bogota, that targets elderly women, widowed or lonely to gain their confidence  and hoard their properties. In the 15 years that my aunt Rosalba has been part of this cult, many things have changed: her way of dressing, her aspirations, her way of living. To take pictures of her is a way to fight against the cult.