Learning to love Lima
March 14th 2007 I watch Milo´s feet in front of me, quickly chewing in to the soft, red sand and spitting out a trail of broken, uneven footsteps behind.
"We just go over mountain and find people," he states firmly in his broken English. Momentarily I consider the attempt of responding in my shattered Spanish but think that right now we probably both don´t have the patience.
"Ah Milo, isn´t the highway tha
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