Arriving

Lima. Arrival 16:10 (23:10 Amsterdam time). A long line to migrations. Dry and thirsty. It is still the same day than 13 hours ago. Latin chaos on the airport. Kids everywhere. Mamacita! Papacito! 26C. Non of the preparation courses, trainings, talks, guides, assumptions is relevant to the dirt and stickiness of the journey, to the smell and feeling of the place here. In spite of tiredness and exhaustion I feel very curious. My eyes shine and want to see all at once. What is there, in front of me? Because, what is behind, I do know...

Some previous thoughts before departure: desert and a sacred landscape; first rehearsals with DCP and El Niño that comes back every 4 years- means now.

Tacna landing: 23:15 local time. I see nothing.