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Peru. Looking back. Looking forward.

Hasta luego.   Posible manana .   Things are not easy here in this complicated land.   There are unearthed layers of history.   Stratas of human life buried beneath the Spaniard’s churches, beneath the Incan temples and cities, beneath the jungled roots of ancient coco trees and ancient grasses.   “Marble,” our guide told us, “is the crushed bones of fish.”   How deep the history. I have said goodbye to you before, Peru. Andean flutes.   Pachamama.   Hummingbird. Turtle. Fox. Water whistling jars.   Replicas de los indigenous gente mas milenias - before Los Incas.   Saying hello to the Incan woman mummy.   Marcella. Chocolate tea. La mujer de Chili.   Buying sweaters.   Taking music home in my heart.   “Melodia de Corazon,” said the musician brothers.   “Melodia de Corazon.”   The sugar mills, the plantations, the brick makers - they needed the fat of the Indios to grease their machines.   Each step taken in this place, during these twelve days, is a step that passes ov