Two slender, smiling human rights workers, a man and a woman, in an office in Lima. (Not pictured: downstairs, in the lobby, we saw some of the parents of the teenagers who were responsible for, and died during the Japanese hostage crisis. I did not know that until after we left. One of our group was Japanese. She had a friend in Peru. At the end of our trip, she went off and had lunch with her friend and ended up meeting with some of the president's family. We also did not know this would happen until after it had occurred. "Very nice people," she said.)
In Cusco: A girl in a pink dress, flanked by white flowers and holding a baton with a globe on top, is also wearing a white sash and a sparkling white pointed crown. She is nearly swallowed up by the dark cave of the caterpillar bulldozer shovel in which she sits. That must've been in a parade. And a blurry shot of two tiny girls in native costume, posing in front of a vehicle with the words "Policia Nacional," imprinted on it, surrounded by alternately smiling or intense policia. And the balconies above them, looking centuries old and Spanish.
(Little sidenote--ha ha. Reading the back of a photo. Various names of girls and professors. Noted that a girl who left because of an attack of endometriosis was not shown and then scribbled "also rotten girl named Em who left b/c she hated Peru." That girl was a disappointment. She dressed cute and carried around a little journal, but she liked to talk badly about others, and about her modeling, and was severely traumatized by poverty and the smell of urine. She wanted to know why a girl in the street couldn't clean her dog and put perfume on it. She thought Peru should be like a resort in Santa Fe. Her parents flew her home so she could go to the beach with her mom.)
Oh my gosh. That's enough. Enough memory lane for today. Off I go.
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