I haven’t been here in 7 years… Chicha, Chancho, Silpancho, Salchipapas y mamas en brightest colors dancing that simple Bolivian two step with their papacito wearing matching suits, wasted at 1pm. The borderlands of Buenos Aires sway back and forth in front of me to the baaaw boom of Andean drum beats and the wwwwhhhiii huuuwwww huuuwww hhiiii or the pan flute… enough to convince me that I’m back under Tunari, the snow capped god above Cochabamba, Bolivia. The land where I realized if I’m not a brother to you all, I am nothing. I eat a salteña and sit down on the grass next to Alfredo. This hood full of immigrants is medicine. And I didn’t even know I was sick.
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