The Magic of Chichicastenango.
September 5th 2008 Chichicastenango, nighttime.
We found ourselves accommodation with an old indio lady who we met at the bus depot. With her old and worn-out face, skin like parchment yellowish and sickly looking fallen over a bony face with deep set eyes that betray a life time of hard work, her skinny frame dressed in a black long and dusty dress she reminded me of something that should have been burried and for
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