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I was at my office typing one afternoon
in Iquitos, Peru when the cashier closed all the shutters and peaked
out the crack in the door to see if the marchers were going to smash
things. All the places around the area had been shuttered from early
on, and I only got into my office because I go there every day to
have a diet soda while I sit and type or sometimes just gaze into
space wondering how to put into words my next masterpiece of prose about life
and stuff. Others were shut out, including the protesters who might
very much have enjoyed looting the ice cream palace I work inside of.
And when I saw the girl peaking out the door I asked if she was
expecting violence. She nervously said yes, which is why she and all
the other folks in the area had locked up and turned out the lights.
I took this as a sign from the gods that I should go out and take
photos.
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I had a handbill from the day before
announcing the manifestation, but I forgot about it till I saw it
happening. I had to chase after the crowd, all well-behaved folks
from what I could see. I haven't got an stake in anything they do, so
I simply took the best shots I could with my cheapy camera, hoping
for some high drama.
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Clearly the demonstration is all about
Inca Cola, which I can't really support, the general consensus, which
I agree with, being that it tastes like bubble gum and too much
sugar. But others like it enough to wave banners and tie up traffic
in support.
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A demonstration here, usually, is a
peaceful thing, fun for the whole family. Not always, as the history
of the Sendero Luminoso will tell the careful reader or one with some
memory of the time. This nation can be truly off the map when it
comes to psycho violence. Today, Inca Cola for the masses.
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Or something. Maybe just laying back
and enjoying a bit of festivity with ones mates. Serious yes, but
social.Fun for the whole family.
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Or something. The man with the
best-looking flag kept getting it caught up in the breeze. I will
keep guessing it's all about Inca Cola.
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As hyper-political as I can be about my
own home, here in Iquitos and most other places in the world I really
don't care so long as the soda keeps flowing. Thus, I notice the
important things in life, like life.
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The life of the living is so
distracting from politics that I have to call this post to a close.
It's time for a diet soda and some chat with the locals. Dos Inca Colas, por favor,
girls!
A gentle reminder that my book, An Occasional Walker, is available at the link here:
http://www.amazon.com/Occasional-Walker-D-W/dp/ 0987761501/ref=sr_1_1?s=books& ie=UTF8&qid=1331063095&sr=1-1
And here are some reviews and comments on said book:
http://nodhimmitude.blogspot.com/2012/04/dagness-at-noon. html
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