South America | Peru – BrucePeru Please forgive
Wandering through the Plaza De Armas, filled with indigenous people who migrated from the mountains, andf the only way they can meet old friends or other family members who also may have made the journey down from the Andees in search of a better life. The come here Sunday afternoons. They have no telephones, most are illiterate, no way of keeping in touch except at Trujilo’s Plaza de Armas on Sunday afternoons.
It is a festive almost Carnival atmosphere.
I remember painfully that day nearly two years ago then that other, younger, J. Pivarnik was last here.
She had just made her rebellion at Bruce Peru, a half block away, and now she was meeting her new boyfriend; who also helped foment the rebellion.
It must have seemed such a good cause at the time: to leave a charity run by an old man, take away the only source of income the charity had, apart from his own personal donations: that is to say, we stold the students, teachers, text books, records: the lot. When we finished their language academy no longer existed.c We took everything – running and laughing and stopping to catch our breath along the way; to the house of the Spanish teacher. He was the main rebel. He was our hero.
The stolen academy did not survive even one month; but what fun we had while it lasted.
Now, looking at the empty faces of the Inca children in the Plaza de Armas, I am forced to wonder how many of these children missed their chance to get educated because of what that ytounger J. Pivarmnik did. I almost cry.