Central Station

Frozen in time, I do not remember how far, but two thousand meters higher we reached the destination. Without asking or thinking, and in an almost ghostly manner, the locals opened their arms to us. A lifeless eye gradually opens doors, as if for a second our presence had disturbed the simplicity of his life. The children are left with their dogs to walk through these pathways. We smile. We are on their land. Frozen in time, and very high, Matucana, you are alone, yet without feeling so.