Ilo city has the beauty of a flower in my opinion, it just has 50 000 persons and although it’s a port with so many fishermen the heart is in the mining company. One day the fabrics are going to be industrial skeletons but for know it’s a brilliant city.
I took this photograph in January. I’m amazed because I have seen the ship and the port in the same condition since I’ve memory, and now I’m 31… It’s in the harbor of Puno bay at lake Titicaca. From Juliaca, my city, it’s thirty minutes by bus and since kid I always loved to go to the old remains of a sea long ago disappeared.
I always have thought that every being, animated as a human or unanimated as a tool, has to fulfill its reason to be. A human has to love, to walk, to built, the mind has to think and be free; in this case I always felt since kid that the ship in the port (at the right) should be travelling across the waters and not just awaiting… I guess it’s due to reading when kid with a certain apprehension the punishment to Prometheus, lying chained for all the eternity being himself a creature capable to travel to the Sun (although in a funnier side perhaps he was punished for go to the sun instead to the innards of the Earth :D) The ship was built by Englishmen by nineteenth century, taken in parts with mules to the altitude of the lake at 3812 metres (12,507 ft) and today if it’s a museum in the next time I’m going to research it.
Time goes but the ship is still there, I guess someday I’d be happy to don’t see it in that place but unchained.
Post-Data: The title is based in a quote from an English phrase or a poet’s line. Mentioned in a conversation between Borges and Bioy, but I can’t remember the ownership of the original expression.
This is a view from Puno’s bay. Those ships were built in England, taken in pieces using donkeys and assembled in the highest (navigable) lake in the world: the Titicaca. Funny (or sadly?), because we have thousand of years building ships, we navigated to Oceania and Antarctica.
They were two ships, Ollanta and Manco Capac, (Capac is a misspelled form of Qhapaq).
I had curiosity to see the port at night, but there was empty; in a certain way is like go to a museum to see objects from the past: there is no life.
BTW in the sky is, if I’m not wrong dear reader, the Jach’a Qhana (what you probably name Southern Cross), four brilliant stars in the middle top.