Natalia would later pinpoint the moment she realized that their days in D.C. were numbered. She was riding the bus not far from their apartment on Livingston Road, an area still relatively untouched by the redevelopment craze, when she observed two white women jogging on the sidewalk. Her fellow passengers saw them as well. “We were all staring at the women,” she recalled. “You would have thought we’d seen a ghost. And then this older guy was like, ‘Well, I guess we need to start looking for another place to live.’ ”
