Dina
July 20th 2006 In the Quichua village I have been teaching in for the last few weeks, a woman, Margarita, runs a small tienda next door. One day, Christopher and me noticed she had a little girl with her. I picked the little girl up, she must not have been a day older than one, and started playing with her. My student, Hilda, said she was her cousin. When I asked Hilda the girl’s name, Hilda said she didn’t
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