
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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