I am an indian quucha. I live in an adobe house quucha, resistant the sufficient one stops sheltering in them from the cold, in a desolate hillside, surrounded of relva scarce. I do not know what it is Nike, Microsoft, best to seller, esferogrfica penxs, notebook spiral, oven microwaves. I am an indian quucha, we inhabit Peruvian high plateaus because of the invader. It happened has much time. In virtue of rarefied air, our bodies if had molded thus: ample pulmes, 20 hearts bigger percent that the average, corpulent trunks, short arms and legs, everything to facilitate the circulatrio system. But I do not have conscience of this. I know that necessary to survive here on.

Of this I have conscience. I am an indian quucha. I do not know what it is NASA, Hollywood, happy-hour, carboidratos, Porshe, Ferrari, dental cream, Virgin Islands, plasma monitor, electro encefalograma, official propaganda. My adobe house emanates fragrances of bodies without bath, more esterco of lhama and sheep that serve to foment the heat of the small fireplace. The cmodos are dark therefore it does not have windows, thus smoke is perpetual and the odors idem. Perhaps this intervenes with the breath and the eyes. I do not know.

The aged women weave blankets even so woman some, young or aged, Spaniard speaks. Some men say a little. He was only through the dialect quucha that my parents did not hear nor, nor my grandmothers and greats-grandmother, if to complain of the scarce ventilation of the house. I only know that I must take care of of lhamas. I am an indian quucha. I heard to speak of Iraq, NATO, of the Beatles, Vinicius and Jobim, never do not know what it is tungsten league, pen drive, DVD, HD, Sony, and wage readjustment. Our family takes two banns per year, in Cailoma. There the hot water is available.