Herlinda Mamacona

Herlinda Mamacona

I didn’t know by that both told me child, why not call me by my name as others. Thus also called me when I was down to communities where my Herlinda Mamacona had their crops. The ayos told me the child, beyond, for the child here. Always in the morning Dona Eulalia brought me milk from alpacas to the It took calientita. He also said to my Mamacona, my girl Herlinda I brought her milk for the child. And then took us to the kitchen where invited us the cushalito, which is a soup of potatoes with good grass.

Tata, Noah always visited him for ice cream; even after his death my father and the already elderly Tata was still travelling towards the apus of the cordillera Blanca to bring the gua as pata stone make their ice cream. He left Santiago with his herd of Llamas, donkeys and horses to their destination to bring ice as I knew him. This show in which my Tata with its particular clothing, with its Brown poncho with flecks of gold went out hurrying toward the snow-capped mountains was beautiful. All the people sat in the direction of Cabracay to view the split and dismiss it with the hand. I very early on the slopes of my mamacona enjoyed the spectacle that I gave in my eyes. He walked with a very long stick adorned with many allegories, telling me that it represented our true nation. That all were unaware, even much of those who already lived in the village and that they had given to the Vice of Westerners and did not follow the customs of our fathers. It ached my Tata and so when I arrived, she told me many things and stories of our Nations, that were not recognized by the escutcheons as the were told.

Me to grasp the great rod of authority as apu chieftain who remembered him as the only inheritance we had of our Nations and I spoke that I had to realize their dreams that his body turned to dust again to feel that our Nations again arise and imposed on the escutcheons. His wife my grandmother I engreia and if I wanted to Guinea pigs, quickie was going to the kitchen to the aya cooked me it, all one integer for my. Many times sent me to make my shoes where zapatero Don Gerardo, had the same name as my grandfather and that you to grace my Tata. The day that was of this world only hurt me. Your body always argued the smell of flowers and had a great smile. I didn’t receive the rod of command of our Nations, because in those moments I thought that it should remain in their hands because our Nations were still slaves in the Western world.

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