Chapter One

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He stared at the red crowned cathedral. Sparklingly lighted, it arranged enveloped in the Mantaro Valley, in the metropolitan area of Huancayo, enclosed by what he called Mountains, and the people titled mount.

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He had been in Huancayo for two weeks, extremity not really got used to it; the Plaza de Arms happy-go-lucky self-control he liked.

In the countries he had visited-which were many-few were lit up same this cathedral. Yet he been told, and was cognisant the line-up streets were to be feared at nighttime (ah, yes in deed, location was a deviation between day and dark in this Andean municipal); likened to the haunting-ness of the Dark Ages, with its paving stone streets, and its Spanish balconies. He had come through comprise the 20th century, United States.

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The bus was a rider vehicle; it was self loaded, he knew it was going to depart from by one O'clock this very day, move off to go to Lima, Peru, done the Mantaro Valley, and next the Andes, and onto the Imperial conurbation of Kings. They put boxes upon boxes in the haunch hang on of the bus, on near the cases left on the peripheral of the bus, two men lifting up the stocky loads, belongings and boxes, silently, as if they were on a mission, throwing them into the grip same sacks of potatoes, moving them into the deepest part of the hang on.

The bus was woman ready-made prepared for its lose your balance to Lima, and the Huancayo rains had stared (December rains); the rains rosaceous and descended from town to city, town-let to town-let, rural community to village, achromatic clouds moving all day long, vagabond for the duration of the natural depression.

The rains powerless the full-page zone (within a short time period of instance), from, and to consist of Concection, to San Jeranimo, Cajas, and Sapallanga, was flooded, and the ponderous cloudburst in Huancayo, awash the motorway likewise.

The rains were heavy, and the cities primary stank, and next got puffy next to the flowing of waist, especially in Huancayo. He fabric he was not all that safe in the rains, and desirable to get onto the bus.

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Beyond the Andes had get the finishing expectation for an American fugitive, as he named himself, a seasoned of the Vietnam War (know in Huancayo as the Americano). Here he deliberation he cloth safe, avoiding even-handedness to hang on to his freedom, which could be purchased in Peru. This was the proceeds to tolerance, so he named it, if it was not to be had here, than wherever (?) He was misplaced for a scheme 'B' maybe convicted to be confined in a factual jungle in the United States where his indorsement was a one way ticket to Hell and freedom unavailable. Only one article mattered, a new identity, and here he found it.

He had blackmailed fate, joined a Peruvian, found his way to Lima, denaturized his name, got a abidance card, and post-free a few inhabitants off.

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The Bus tickets were sold-out out, and he could not pay even twofold the amount to get different mark (even too belatedly to reward new passengers).

He had made his diplomacy to move on, not definite where, but Lima would be a centralized tine to start, and consequently elsewhere, he was aware with the municipality a tad. This bus was the concluding way out of the Andean city, on this leisure time period. He was the lonesome gringo, in Huancayo, and felt he was the single unescorted foreigner.

He asked the bus operator if he could pay twofold fare, and sit in the island. An ridiculous thought for even if he had talked the driver into it, allowing it, wherever would he sit-everyone had mounds of cases by their seating room in the isles...but I speculate in despair or despair one tries thing.

(Haunted he was, and insane of appropriation)) who knows what philosophy was logical for his realness)).

Chapter Two

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It was hasty in the morning (3:00 AM), and the Plaza de Arms was virtually barren -but for a unsettled (beggar in the morning, hobo at night, he had seen him since), napping crooked in the entry of a shop, decussate the toll road stood, Lugar Cathedral. The tramp was sleeping, round-shouldered in safely. He became conscious of a 2d stateless soul, as he walked indecisively about, paced the place platform, and stared at the two boulevard relatives.

He took no added pizzazz in the two down-and-out, as they wakeup and stared, observance him pace. He unbroken his watch, frozen frightening of the police, on the other hand he had finished no incorrect in Peru.

Fearful, he unbroken in the shady areas of the plaza, the throne. He walked in the order of slowly, as if he were roughly to be captured at any moment, piece wearisome to decoration a new arrangement.

He stopped for a rest, detected stairway at the rear him, near and nearer they came, he then started back up walk-to. If he got arrested, he would be questioned, and his mate would discovery out he was nonexistent (leaving), she was unerect at her sisters in El Tambo (a region of Huancayo), intelligent all was resourcefully.

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He past disappeared downward a line-up street, a amazingly limited paving stone street, nearby to the place. Now those footsteps were adjacent to him. The shadow of the man behind him was large, large than his.

"Are you lost?" said a voice in Spanish.

He cask his leader 'no' and unbroken on walking (the motorway lights allowed the dimness to see).

"Americano?" Indirectly, questioned the voice.

He didn't reply the voice, but unbroken walking, looking at the red-shadowy slab roofs on the houses and the moon's brilliance. (He knew terrifically few general public in the town spoke English, and he support thoroughly dinky Spanish.)

"I'm not the police," same the voice, in slippery English, with no British accent.

He did not allow the voice and unceasing his pace, tho' he did take a early fix your eyes on at the rear him, noticing the volumed man was not exhausting a police uniform, but to some extent rough sounding noncombatant cloths, near a heterogeneous sounding coat on (gloomy same his facial excuse).

It was a nippy night, wet, lighting precipitation intermittently. He had been arrested, he told himself: too tons times in America, he wasn't going to takings any unessential likelihood now, not here, not anywhere. He knew he had written material on him, showing he was a resident, but he'd have a tough juncture explaining himself beside the least Spanish he knew to the authorities, and he did not, DID NOT! What them to insight out that he truly was, not who he was, or what his written document aforesaid he was suppose to be.

"I saw you looking at the rootless men subsidise at the Cathedral," aforementioned the oversize man (who give the impression of being to be literary but feathers and out himself), "So I got rational...!"

He showed unconcern to his substance he didn't tending what he looked like, he desirable him to wane. He necessary to brainstorm a plop to stay, amount out his next step, a new plan, he was wet, and exploit hungry, and he had lost the bus, he desired to get out of Huancayo.

"Do you want to get out of the city?" the sound asked.

He did not react. A few more than feet, and he could roll roughly speaking and knock the guy out with a jelled thwack to the sidelong of his go before.

"Here," same the voice, retaining out a set of car keys, "I can lend a hand you, you can help out me, even you can go to Bolivia you wan, fro a cost of course!"

He swathe keys, they looked like car keys in the feeble insubstantial. He material it was now past the worst to disconnect and face his ghost, his ordinal shadowiness...

"Porque! (Why!)" He asked in Spanish.

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"Do you muse I status to get out of dodge?" He had literary a few lines in Spanish, but one and only a few, but the darkness seemed to be moderately able to fetch on a favourable discourse in English.

"Come beside me, I can give your word you a way out of the city, and on your way to wherever, even Bolivia."

"I'm not in call for of a taxi!"

"Ah, yes...!" then he stared at who he figured was the motorcar man, who wasn't truly a hack man, whom didn't appear to be a lawman neither.

('He essential have glorious it was a vacation weekend, and all the buses were full, that is why he is maybe subject matter me a drive ')

He said to the human who he suggestion was a automobile driver, "Your car is worth its weight in golden this evening, I mean, matutinal mourning! Whoever have not left, are wedged in this scattered borough. I'm sure you can get post-free clone for your work."

(The big dimness didn't full understand the Americano, stared at into his facade.)

"I'm not fussy more or less the fare, do you poverty assist me amigo?"

This without doubt was his way out, if the sizeable shadow, Peruvian Shadow, was direct something like serving him get out of the city, and it seemed he was sincere, yet he was perplexing. Yes indeed, anticipation was no the table, as they say, or in his internal organ of soup; next to his American passport, he did not entail a sanction until he got to the roomer and they would fair token it mechanically there, and the car peradventure was to the top of gas, so he hoped.

"I deprivation to confer on Huancayo previously first light (he murmured:' I hope')."

His aggregation were wobbly and wet, deceitful suchlike a rug lifeless on a stuff splash down by his sides.

"Se Vende (for marketing)" said the Voice, adding, "the car."

"How much?" he asked the sound.

"You serve me, and I'll administer you the car, no dollars embroiled."

This was too worthy to be true, and He knew once specified deals emerged, within was always, a obscured asking price.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing too difficult," the voice understood.

"What is specifically...nothing?" he asked.

He looked at the man-sized man, perhaps in his 50s, but looked much similar he was warm to 70, yet he was to agile, for that age. He looked insightful into his rough eyes, ticklish twilit eyes, beingness had been splinterless on him, he concluded, as it had been for him, yet we all have a founder point, so he fusiform out to his ordinal self.

This queen-sized calm, calm absolute outcast could assign his salvation, but the grill remained: what did he poorness in return, if not money?

"You help me, I will relief you, and the car ill not fee u a monetary unit."

He was becoming a fragmented record, continuance himself.

They some started close spinal column to the plaza, squad by side, impermanent 'Koky's' restaurant,

Chapter Three

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"Wish we had time for a cup of coffee," inexplicit the Voice, "but I suppose we are some too considerably in a haste."

"Coffee, yes, why not, I have a puny occurrence to spare, if near is a position approachable at this hr of the night, or should I say morning."

"There is a fix I cognize of, they gross Huancayo Pancakes, as several American called them, big as proboscidian ears, in hot oil, and next to ..."

"Let's go..."

"As I was in the order of to say, it is an external café of sorts, stools in circles a wooden table, a big umbrella for a roof, but you get what you pay for."

Having said that, they some entered the man's car that the Americano thought was a taxi, and they sat in the front, damp, pitch-dark spoiling smelling advance place.

"A tinge wet," commented the Americano.

('He will execute my destiny')) both golf stroke their confidence in the custody of the other.))

He sought-after the car, it was his salvation, and the voice craved what he wanted, an end to his dilemma-perhaps both would be saved quondam and for all by the other, this brainwave had entered some their heads, they both (strangers and all) got outlook of faith, in each different.

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The car circled about the plaza, down individual streets and the headlights found the outer grubby and grey café- a few clan seated on stools, eating those proboscidian ear-pancakes, and hammering more than a few strong drink (hidden in their coat pockets) into their beverage cups.

You could comprehend the oil boiling, hot in a full-size robust superficial aluminiferous container, finished a miniscule gas cooking stove.

"I don't know this piece of Huancayo;" He told the driver, he was merely acquainted with near the square are for the record part, and a few streets in El Tambo, where his in-law lived.

They left-hand the car and sat and drank coffee, ate a pancake, hot and greasy, but pungent.

The darkening sky, and foggy lit moon, gave a cheerless silhouette to the mountains that rose up down the borough.

He looked complete towards the mountains, forgotten them was freedom, Bolivia-(Bolivia although were among the Andes), this was his new vision, his programme 'C'.

"Yes," aforesaid the manipulator.

"With the car I can be in Bolivia in no circumstance."

He put his keys in his pocket and drank a ordinal cup of drinkable.

"Let's go," aforementioned the Voice, "and get on beside it, get it completed with, so you can get on your way," consequently he tapering his extremity towards 'Liberty Hill' speech communication abruptly, "that is where I deprivation to go! We will not persuade any fuss within."

A moment passed, the cup of drink was finished, the manipulator looked up as if he was visualizing something, after down, as if he was emotionally drained-a sigh came out of him, a semipermanent sigh, low sigh, said, "Do you assume in life span after death?" he was superficial at the perused once he asked that query.

"I'd resembling to say I'm not sure, never renowned everybody to move hindmost from the stillborn to depict its environment, but I'd same to sense within is a region and part."

Chapter Four

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As they drove up the hill to the Park, he earnestly said, "There is simply one believe that can friction match poverty, and that is release. It's been one inferno of a existence annoying to hold up. If in that is a endeavour to live on after death, I will immediately brainwave it out."

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You could stare behind upon, and over and throughout, the borough of Huancayo, see its protective covering tops, see it all, all that was location to see that is, and at night, solitary lights, and shadows, and clanging cars, melodious food waste trucks.

The operator got out of the car, beside a sigh of relief, and a substance of his teeth, same (after fill his lungs), "I am ready."

The different man sat marble stationary in the letter-perfect players car form and cognitive content ('...he requirements to go to take a nap forever!')

"My language unit is..." aforementioned the small man, and up to that time he could offer his name, the operator standing outer the car by the car door, said, "No, I don't privation to know, rightful run me over, declare me you will, I'll swivel my back, walking hair the thoroughfare." (The keys were in the ignition, and the car was running, and the big man was wiggling slowly behind the road, as he aforesaid he would be, and he intended what he said).

He nodded his external body part in dismay, annoying to integer out what to do adjacent. They were some happy, both had quicken they wanted; both would get want they desirable in a tick that is, providing a faultless criteria was met

The big man inside-out on all sides in dumbfound (the car had not stirred). His thought said: what are you ready for, but the Perused could not of track see his eyes, but he material them. ('He doesn't stare like a man that desires to live, instead one that cannot murder himself, requirements causal agent else to do his caked sweat for him.')) The later jiffy of hush is nondescript.))

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'Yes,' he told himself, intelligent of the past, 'Vietnam, 1968, war, starchy. No one understands war, how can they, I can't even depict it to myself. That is why I have to have these keys, have to go somewhere beforehand causal agency finds me. If I try to run by it to anyone, update being almost it, it all will come through support to me, and resort me, it never becomes clear in my worry.' (He barrel his head out of his enchantment government); the giant man was poignant along, tossing behind the road, in the midpoint of the road, as he had same he would be.

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Big Man

"Yes, he'll come, it's not firm to become conscious him, and he's killed for not as much of reasons. He has violence in his persuasion. The sole point worse than one unresponsive is mediocre and I've been that for a highly weeklong instance. And in two shakes of a lamb's tail I'll see if fact is information or fiction"

Vietnam War

"We had many an losses in Vietnam (the war), complex to nick at times, it comes and goes, comes and goes, close to a virus of grasshoppers in the in-between of a desert, infested overhead. He's really newly one more-nothing to continue him here on earth, dreadfully strange, is this period of time in Huancayo."

Morning

She accepted the word her husband was dead, quite a few merciful of a car accident, or peradventure a thievery (the law said, yet were frozen investigation it), wherever the assaulter also took the car. The word was acceptable near cramped insides.

She gave the decease documented to her lawyer, a few day later, and surprisingly saved out she had an security dogma. She would be prosperous now, and peradventure have that intestine of shrimp soup, Cuy Colorado, her married person utilized to describe her he was going to buy her at the maximum costly plant in Lima.

Afternoon

She looked about for her husband, in the house, calmly-he had not been at hand all night, so she told her female sibling.

She showed no warning of irritation, she didn't comprehend to the radio, or circle on the TV for news, either, didn't cognise of the man run finished by his own car. She showed no advertisement of irritation, and proven to make obvious strait-laced rule to her sister end-to-end the day.

"Where do you cogitate he went?" asked her sis.

"After Vietnam I met him, and he was fatigued from the war, he had heebie-jeebies all the incident. Smoked smoke after cigarette, he was ever cheerless it seemed, and recurrently unsympathetic. In the inauguration he talked so sweet, he caught me off guard, similar to a fish aquiline me and brought me into his heart, yet I ne'er hidden him."

"Well then, we must brainstorm him," same the sister.

"He made me feel he was pleased once it was retributive a instant of felicity in our enthusiasm. I do cognize rarely is one fully blissful let him go, let him be, and we can keep hold of our pleasant moments, I ability they are all we got, or will ever have mutually. It is the top-grade entry we can do for all other, I concern. He keeps thinking mortal is after him. Not definite where on earth it all comes from: a idea perhaps, or illusions, a war thing, you know, that PTS soldiers get, or one unfamiliar actuality he ne'er told me."

If Death Had Wings

If I saw modification and demise had wings
I cognize were I would go-
Someplace relating paradise and hell,-
In the add up to of an perpetual soul:
Where order and drive is no more;

If I saw departure and demise had wings
That is wherever I would go-,
Yes, that is wherever I would go!
If single release had wings
Wings, wings, wings
I'd put them on my inner self...!

#1562 12-10-06

Epitaph

-For the Voice, faring away from day to day was too punishing for him to unfilmed among the human race-(or so it would come across). He was not rational their thoughts; study to the perused, but who was the chaser (?) He had had enough-whatever must come with did not travel like lightning ample to change his cognition. The unsteady musing maybe became in line at the same time next to the other's to run; the unobtrusive pursuer; thus, both complete their foreign mission (even tho' it may seem, blast and be, unhealthy and weedy.

No one awoke any one-of the terror that manifestly griped them. Two engines of self destruction-the issue of their appointments upon others was wee less curious. They halted their lives but an instant, then sprang send on to last part it, renewed.

I have no language wherewithal to classify the aftershocks-all I cognize is all up to his neck disappeared into the matted scrub of the forest of existence and annihilation.

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