It's 22nd of october. A few days ago I arrived to Peru. I feel here so good that my heart screams with joy. I'm thousands of kilometres away so probably you can't hear it. That's why I'm going to turn this scream into some letters.
It was hard to leave Poland. I don't like to say goodbye. Forcing to give a smile I've waved for the last time to my family and friends. A few minutes before I entered the plane I had received some text messages from Wojtek who is in Uganda and from Asia and Kasia who are in Zambia. I started to cry. Just like that. Because of emotions.
Aboard plane I felt like a homeless person. Minute by minute I was realising that I'm leaving everybody and everything. I was aware of the fact that I will not return in a week or two, or even in a month. Peru was still far away. After 15 hours of travelling I noticed first little houses of Lima. Just one look and I started to feel like at home. New home. And again I was crying. This time of happiness.
At the airport I had to explain why I have so many candies, chocolates, crayons, colorful papers, paints and books. I guess custom officers were afraid that I came to Peru to sell it all.
But with understanding they've accepted the fact that these all things are just a gifts for the kids of Casa Don Bosco and they left my suitcases alone.
I couldn't wait anymore to see Lima. The city welcomed me with the sound of horns, with salsa, colors of the rainbow, screams of the taxi drivers and sweet smell of fruits. I don't know what is so special in that city. On the one hand scares, on the other fascinates. I was absorbing everything. Every piece. I was breathing Lima. I wanted to traverse the length and breadth of the city, go to each house, smile to each child, to touch by my look every person.
After I settled all of the formalities at the offices I started my trip to Calca. The bus was speeding through that sleepy city. I was observing disheveled boy walking in one shoe. By the window was sitting a swarthy Indian woman with the plaits as greyed-blue as a smoke from a chimney on the winter's evening. The landscape was changing like in a kaleidoscope. Desert, where roams a homeless dog. "Cardboard houses", that can be so easily turned over by a stronger breath of wind. Beach where the meek as a lamb waves snuggle to the sand. And finally, Andes - predator getting ready to jump. Mysterious. Untamed. Threatening.
Peru unveils me a face like Holy Lady of Czestochowa.
Being on the level of 4000 metres I looked into the eyes of sun. I thought It's not possible to go higher, but the bus continued to "climb up" . Slowly. As the snail, that is not in hurry to get anywhere. On the other side of the window I saw a boy with the sad eyes playing football with the cows.
After 22 hours of travelling I've arrived to Cuzco. Just one hour more and I'll be in Calca.
