Titicaca

The life of the lake is dying. The peasant people's that used to compliment their farming with fishing can no longer do so, and so submit themselves to the industry of tourism, where a proletariat hussles up and down mountains 30 kilos of gringo pampering gear, or the harshness of a faked culturicity of dances that are simply pra inglês ver.

Yet a short time can yield a rich experience... the islands's very geography makes more or less sheep, more or less papas and maize grow. The families hold micro-plots throughout, integrating interests and spreading risks and tasks... 3 years rotation and 3 years fallow... no llamas or sheep enough for fertilizer, but also no chemicals that vitiate. A self-sufficiency that can't sustain the gas and oil and rice and clothes that come from the continent... And so, where are they to go¿

When canadian trout catch is sold at 20 centavos de Sol per kilo....

When no fish outside farms can yield the weight and wealth for complimenting the dry peasantry...

When tourism is the harsh and degrading and ocasional support it is...

Can there be a turn to an electoral populist compromise as here in Bolivia¿

Can there be a solidification of a mass movement that escapes the repression of the 'terrorists'¿

Peru, and I have left it, is left alone...

...leave it to them to shift the gears of our continents path, from the Chilean economic 'growth' or the Colombian military ossification, to the populist innovations of Bolivia and Venezuela.... donde quedan los Peruanos¿ Donde vamos nos Latinos nos quedar¿