fool

I look foolish walking in the shantytowns of Carabayllo. I stumble easily on the small- and medium-sized rocks throughout and cannot yet decipher the difference between a dirt path used for walking and a dirt path used for urinating. Often I stray into paths littered with dog feces and trash and can only resort to plow through or to climb up until I am on safe ground. I am writing this from the office where I sit at my desk trying to ignore the stench of shit coming from my left sneaker.

I am the only person for some distance wearing a chullo. It is impossible to blend in and difficult to know that I may not be accepted.