My Adoption Story part 1

My adoption documents state the following:

My story, as I know it, starts in Medellin, Colombia. In November of 1984 an unknown woman brings me to a police station in Medellin. She says that she has found me in the street and has kept me for a month. She has not been able to find my mother, and she is now handing me over to the police. On November 24th, 1984, the police contacts, and takes me to, a place called el Hogar en Transito in Medellin (from what I have been able to gather, this was an orphanage. They have since closed it and changed both name and location, so it is very hard to find any information about this place by searching online. It is a bit of a mystery whether this place was an actual orphanage or more of a transfer home, from where kids would be placed in foster families while awaiting adoption). The director of el Hogar en Transito communicates with the police officer that took me in and is told that my mother did not come to claim me at the police station. For this reason, they consider it best I be put into the adoption program through ICBF, Instituto Colombiano de Bienestar Familiar (Colombian Family Welfare Institute). In January 1985, in an attempt to find any family of mine, my picture is placed in a newspaper, together with two other girls. The article says that my name is unknown and that anyone who knows me can come claim me, and they give the address to where I am. No one comes. Subsequently, I am labeled abandoned.