TRAGADERO

At six in the morning in Tragadero Grande, a timid sun peeps out between the hills, gradually revealing what the dawn mist had kept hidden.  A mud house.  Some chickens wandering here and there.  A wood stove where milk is boiling in a soot-blackened pan.  A battery-powered radio resting on a rock.  A radio station called Tigre, popular with Seventh-Day Adventists, plays huayno folk songs with violins and harps.  A few metres away, the Lady of the Blue Lake, in her wide-brimmed straw hat, is watching her sheep on the pampas.

Zarate/Interior

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