For some time I’ve carefully looked at a postcard that I brought a few years ago from Peru.
The little girl’s face on the postcard enraptures me, her smile is entrancing and the colours generally inspire me. I get up in the morning and with a cup of coffee in my hand I greet this stranger. I cannot resist her gaze; not anymore. A piece of brown paper appears on the table, I chase away a curious spider and I begin a journey into my own memories. To Ollantaytambo – maybe on the doorstep of one of the houses I’ll meet the girl from the postcard.
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