My arrival at Mollepata

My arrival at Mollepata My arrival at Mollepata Heir Uchus indigenous communities, is located at an altitude of 2800 meters in the spurs of the Andes Mountains on its western side, which form the crux of Mollepata. It comes through one of the most rugged roads, which is worth carrying on truths the soul in his hand. By looking at the cliffs we find the neighboring towns of Pampas, Conchucos and others that belong to the department of Ancash, but are at the same altitude, but divided by the river Tablachaca, main tributary of river majestic Santa. The journey takes about six hours of travel.

I left my home in Santiago de Chuco at three in the afternoon, passing through the communities of Cachicadan, which houses the hot springs that were used by the Sapa Inca in its purification to climb to the shrine in Icchal Catequil, is still going through the Cochapampa communities, Algallama, then crowned in Cullizcanra community. Here the cold is intense, and only grows ichu graze in the distance see some sheep and alpacas that sustain communities that are pastoralists, but despite these difficulties have also been devoted to agriculture, planting a variety potato that resists severe frosts and altitude, as it is to almost 4300 meters above sea level. Once many years ago, I had the opportunity to experience the chill of the community, not its people, if not the environment. The temperature this time under nearly five degrees below zero, but the lack of oxygen by altitude, the cold makes you feel even the bones. The road there no major problems and even when broken down the apples, that is at the back of large ridgetop facing Angasmarca, very little to do the bus down to the river of the same name, which currently takes building materials for the mining town, is what has become the former dairy and cheese people, in his former fame before the war that our country lived.



Already Angasmarca the bus stopped so that more passengers go up to move further into our province. Some with their fit-and tells you the load is carried back, usually rural women-which also overlapped in her arms her little children, who looked like they were used for these chores. They got some small sweets and candies offered us to continue our journey, many of these are products of the small mining town and the prosmiscuinidad runaway when its population is involved, that many young Indians are the solution to their economic problem delivered into the arms of young adult workers or miners, many of them are not from these places, they promise the moon and the stars, and like their jobs are sporadic, and leave out the problem with Indian women these areas, who send their little ones to display and produce mercy to the bus passengers who pass through there. When one sees for the first time, you eat one's heart, knowing that they carry a bit of money for their large families to feed.



After seeing the picture started on towards our destination, on board some small streets, which left the just move the vehicle until we win and the road to the interior. No sooner would be half an hour as we were stopped by the community members of several communities that had blocked the road for the death of a brother patrolman in the hands of Indian special police had taken possession to protect the entrance to an open pit mine. This mine as well versions belonging to drug dealers confirmed that they are protected by the Government of Mr. Alan Garcia Perez. They have made the town of Mollebamba as their particular ghetto, where they are dominion and send in all matters. We talked with the brothers and many know me as some indigenous teachers were unemployed in the last review that the government committed a huge fraud, they could not enter the teaching profession. I also had been in the same situation, but it seems the government did not dare to face that is more openly unmask despite their slogans were made to slow down my rebellious soul. And when it was evening We went through the land of my ancestors, which were home to a few years ago my Mitma Panaka Ethnicity and nation.

Look at how far the land where horses frolicked and many happy llamas and alpacas often spoiled child my childhood and my whole family cocky. At last we reached a small hill where they could see the villages and the remoteness Pallasca Mollebamba and Pampas. Because some teachers down there.



The town looked like a city in tension, there was not much joy, he breathed a spirit of danger, many of the passengers dared not even speak, remained very quiet. It is the capital of the family is highly respected not only feared and despised for what it represents for many people and for the country. We continue our journey and in a hollow and could see the lights of Mollepata, according to what I said a friend with whom we were talking Pampas from my home in Santiago de Chuco. We would not have advanced or fifteen minutes we came to a fork in the road, one went to the stud, which is a village of Mollepata, and another that goes directly to the district. The car steers on the farm, first-out there there is another way for the district, where we arrived with a slight drizzle and misty sky. There rose a nun of the Sisters of Charity with five girls, all very worried about their luggage, they took their heads every time they opened the trunk of the bus. Commented that haste is not always watch over you go to swipe your stuff. I thought that girls who do not know if they stop here for a needle in the middle of the street, no one takes and rather question its owner up to that and tell you where to find what was lost.

Finally finished downloading all the parcels and steers back to our final destination. Seen as the driver maneuvers was most unlikely to weather the narrowness of the road. If you look down, you could see the lights of the district. Until finally we Mollepata, and also there I was waiting for the director of the school, and went to his house where pernoctaría that night and who knows more.



Tupac Isaac II

Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos

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