The Andes are called Andes for a mistake: The Empire had four regions (Tawantin Suyu means the Four Regions), every Suyu has its Qhapaq, the equivalent of King (my real name seems similar to king in Spanish, it’s not vanity ;-D) and the four Suyus were ruled by the Inca in the capital: Qosqo (Cusco), it’s in the intersection. The Anti Suyu was the region in the jungle lands, its longitudinal border were the mountains from the highlands. When happened the Spanish invasion they misattributed the name to the mountains, and they misspelled it and the sacred apus and mountains where called Andes from the word Anti. In Perú is common to think mountains as sleeping people: some gorgeous girl, an ancient queen or king, a dreaming emperor. But religiously they are very alive instead: they’re the nexus between the sky, the water that goes to the earth. I love to climb them by the way :-)
Certainly I’m bonded with the sea. There is an old inner memory that connects me with it. Perhaps it’s the Titicaca lake, the last survivor from an ancient sea millions and millions ago, perhaps it’s the balance with the sky and the earth. What I know is that I feel it at the distance.
But I cannot be so much in the coast, I win the sea but I lost the stars; and the stars to me are more needed. The sea is my the nexus with childhood (previous eternity) and the stars with the adulthood (future eternity) .
Juliaca is a city at high altitude (3824 metres or 12,549 feet above sea level), so the sky is clearer than in other cities from Perú. The city is big but not so big that the pollution hide the sky. Juliaca is not a beautiful city, I say it because I born and grow up in Juliaca and I believe in truth, not in false patriotisms, but the sky and the countryside are absolutely formidable.