Last night I took my leftovers from the restaurant to Rita, Ruth and Maria. When I walked in with the food Rita started crying, I knew immediately the kids had nothing to eat.
This morning I got up at 5am to catch the sunrise, which was beautiful. I also caught two guys diving into the sewer head first to find a few soles and another guy who was trimming his eyebrows with a knife.
How can a place be so beautiful, yet so difficult???
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I just found (and linked to) your excellent E-zine article comparing Herzog’s heroic representation of Fitcarraldo with the more controversial historical figure. You might check out my recent posting looking at the ongoing legacy of Fitzcarraldo’s slaughter in the Manu headwaters among isolated indigenous groups that violently reject outsiders through the present: “Close Encounters of the Mashco Kind” [http://ethnoground.blogspot.com/2012/01/close-encounters-of-mashco-kind-fatal.html] on my blog, “Notes from the Ethnoground.” Thanks again for the informative posting, Glenn Shepard