Gregorio Page #3

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Some say that sometimes

the police break in,

beat the people, throw grenades,

trample over the mats, burn them...

Just then I got scared.

The wind used to blow away the mats.

The night was cold.

Then my father began to feel worse.

He coughed, and his fever rose.

All night he was thirsty.

In the morning a truck full of policemen

showed up, and also patrolmen in their cars.

My dad was in a very poor shape,

panting like he was tired.

The police wouldn't come in.

They just stayed nearby.

But others said here on the desert,

there were no owners, no one owns the sand.

We spent a week like that, suffering

hunger, cold, and with little water,

until the cops left.

But my dad couldn't get up anymore.

No more, no.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you,

blessed art Thou among women

and blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jess.

Well.

Uncle "cuchara",

when will you come back?

Uncle "cuchara"!

When are you coming back?

When it's windy, it brings

sand into the house,

and into the bed, too.

Even into the food.

We have to get up real early,

first to look for water from far off,

then go to Cnepa Park.

It's a 2-hour bus trip

to go there and back.

If you come back later it's very

dangerous. There are thieves.

Not even the priests can hide.

I've been threatened 2 times with

a knife and got my money taken.

They don't respect kids or old people.

Neighbor, good afternoon!

- Neighbor, good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

You remember we talked

about that job at the assembly?

Right.

Well, I came to offer you a job.

It's to do laundry in the

house of some gentlefolk.

Hey, lazybones! Why are you here?

Have you lost your site?

What do you care?

"What do you care?".

Bully!

Pay careful attention to what

we're telling you, numbnuts.

What, can't I be here?

No, what an idea!

What do you want, spoiled kid,

to chase all the money away?

Go home, wash your

clothes, you filthy!

You've come here just to mess with me!

- Find a pace there, filthy!

- Buy shoes to those yankees!

Fix yourself out there, Gregorio.

Medium, now you're to guess

whose bill this is. Is it the lady's?

No!

Hey, Medium, don't be mean,

poor gentleman!

No!

Give me a little more of that dust.

- Is it the gentleman's, Medium?

- No!

- Medium, don't be mean, so Medium:

is it the gentleman's? - No!

- Who does it belong to?

- Whoever has it in his hand!

You've never been so late.

So late? The trip dragged, then I

also went to see the snowcone lady.

What did they ask you,

to sell snowcones?

She says her sister in law

is unemployed, too.

Look what I did this morning.

I just spent 200 soles to pay off

for this photo. Do you like it?

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