Quillabamba (part 1)
February 1st 2012 We lost the game and took a seat on the stone bleachers. Above the soccer court, a truck carrying fruit rushed by in the night. Weary passengers lay on top of mangos and bananas, staring up at the starry sky. Together they huddled under blankets and prepared for their journey over the snowy mountain pass. In five hours they would have passed through as many climates. Their faces were alien, of ano
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