Mark the chickens

mark the chickens

Peruvian election means an attack of advertisements. Political parties use any space in order to get votes. It’s curious to find them in the countryside where they use the whole facade of homes. xP

Durante las elecciones en Perú hay bastante publicidad electoral. Los partidos usan cada rincón disponible para publicitarse. Me parece raro el cómo lo hacen en el campo, donde usan fachadas enteras de las casas. xD

starting again

starting again

Why don’t start again?

Forget the whole past and reinvent the present… but that would be an illusion, life seems a circle so there would be the danger to come back again to the same point.

I was thinking in cycles. In the history of architecture is common to see a lot of “neo” architectures, romantic ideas to come back to an ideal past. For example the Big Ben in London is a neo-gothic building; the United States Capitol in Washington is neo-classical; as are the buildings of the former Soviet Union. I understand prince George (is a bit strange to me to call “prince” to somebody older than me) prefers the old architecture than the one honestly modern. I have noticed that too: riches and poors are quite attached emotionally to traditions and to the past, but after the turn of the millenium people I know of my age fall in trends as the hipster wave, the why is a mystery to me. Perhaps it’s a feeling that the future is unknown and they search protection in the (our) past.

I prefer the unknown, I was a kid in eighties and I didn’t like it xP

Late afternoon in the market

 

Late afternoon in the market

In Juliaca there are different types of market:

  • There are the new malls where people likes to buy and walk with their children, I don’t like them because you need to wait in long queues and even worse for your privacy cashiers ask for your ID or cards
  • There are the older markets as pictured in the photograph, this is called Santa Bárbara and I think it could be really ancient, I mean as several centuries long. In the highlands there aren’t fruits (remember we’re at more than 3800 meters/12000 feet) but the jungle is near so we eat fruits from the whole Peru and the jungle, the problem with these markets is that the sellers want you to be loyal to their stands and they can be a bit jealous if you buy from another person.
  • The last type is my favorite, usually it’s in fairs with peasants or people from smaller cities as sellers, they have the products over a textile in the ground and they are indifferent to you until you ask or buy. Until then you’re comfortably invisible.

Once I posted big and super red apples, I bought them from one fair, probably in the market they could have cost a lot.

Oceans of blue, Oceans of stars

so many stars

so many stars

Yesterday I wrote about the stars in my city. Juliaca is at 3824 meters above sea level (12,549 ft.) and usually the sky is almost transparent. It’s so high than some tourists can suffer the thinner atmosphere with less oxygen. We evolved to this having bigger lungs and a higher account of red blood cells, so our cheeks are usually red. We know this thanks to the studies the famous dr. Huxley made in XIX century and that were commented by his friend, Darwin (I read it in his book The Descent of Man, and Selection in Relation to Sex) When I am in the sea there are no stars so I like to live around the sea, to have an infinite to see.

dreamy twilight in the port

dreamy twilight in the port

And this is the sea I like to see in the coast, I remember to have seen just a few stars a very few times.

Our society in the highlands, despite the high altitude, always had a tradition of sailors until today. So for example in the market they ask you to add some ingredients of the highland because we eat a bit different from the men of the coast. But that’s story for another post.