This time some Peruvian literature, taken from " Strengthen by Rancas " by Manuel Scorza (1970)
"I still did not know the fence. As livestock does not give me enough to live, installed a bar on the outskirts of Yanacancha, Rancas twenty miles. Sergeant Cabrera, left there many enemies in his time on duty, said Yanacancha has no place. It's true. Corrugated picked useless and built a cabin. I got a table, a floral rubber and some banks, and customers do not grieve painted a sign: " here is better than ." " There " is the cemetery opposite. The miners liked my watery coffee. Why do you need Yanacancha a square? Their huts are scattered, good God, the Huariaca drop. In winter or summer, the Christian walk there with his hands in his pockets and lapped faces of scarves. Only the hot midday sun. The dogs are looking forward to the glow and chase him until you get lost in the desert. There, suddenly, towards evening. The wind out of the caves and spiteful licks bare ground.
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Yanacancha begins where Cerro de Pasco, in the cemetery. The passengers are surprised at this cemetery, too vast for the people. And is that before the beard came vermilion, Cerro de Pasco came to be twelve vice-consulates. Prospectors of all races rose to these snowy grain look fabulous. Fortunately came and left bones. Squandering his years roaming the mountains. A surprising day fever and delirium breaks begged them to buy their gold, at least, a good tomb. There are, stuck in their catafalque, muttering against the snow.
On one wall of the cemetery, a Thursday night gave birth to the fence.
I went to cross myself. A crowd of what looked jacketed crawl, before my eyes, the Siege circled the cemetery and down the road. It is time that the trucks pant to Huánuco, happy to go down to woodlands. At the edge of the road, stopped the Siege, he meditated an hour and was divided in two. The road to Huanuco began to run between two fences. The Siege crawled two miles and headed toward the dark lands of Cafepampa. Here's something bad, I thought. Disregarding the hail, I ran to tell Don Marcelino Gora. But Don Marcelino was in no mood for news. That morning, the rustlers - damn his appearance! - Had injured two bulls. For the third time this year he caressed thieves. Sitting in door of his hut, staring at the floor, Don Marcelino for what they tear the rustlers when captured. I walked in the rain protecting me with a burlap sack.
- Listen, Don Marcelino, on the road to Huanuco was born a Fence rare.
- If you hold the bastards, the capo.
-Don Marcelino, the road walk between two wires suspects.
"Someone has done" damage ", Fortunato. I found crosses of ash on my door.
- In Yanahuanca live a "curious" that unearths all robberies in your dreams, but the same is called Rustler. What about the Fence, Don Marcelino? Would not it be good to touch a bell and bring people together?
- will be engineers, Fortunato.
- When the roads were fence? A fence is a fence, a fence means an owner, Don Marcelino.
Don Gora had angrily raindrops.
I went to the bar. My throat demanded a huaracazo. The snow was weakening. I climbed the hill and opened my mouth: about Cafepampa swallowed. Thus was born the bastard, a rainy day, at seven o'clock. At six o'clock in the afternoon was an age of five kilometers. Overnight in Trinidad Puquial. The next day traveled to Piscapuquio: there celebrated its first ten miles. Do you know the five springs Piscapuquio? For those who come, drink is a gift. For that part, is a sweet to remember. No one could become attached to these springs. The third day, the Siege met five miles. The fourth gold went through the wash. In these skeletons of stone built by the ancients, the English washing gold. I do not advise crossing those lonely night: A limosnea decapitated with his head in his hand. There slept the Fence: the dawn crept into the canyon where the road to Huanuco flight. Two impassable mountains guarding the pass: the red mourning Yantacaca Pucamina and inaccessible to the same birds.
the fifth day, the Siege defeated the birds. "
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