Dragi citateli, dobrovecer. Se javuvam od Cuzco, Peru. Ovde e sega skoro 10 navecer vo sreda, a vo Skopje e cetvrtok, 4 sabajle. Cuzco e na okolu 3300 metri nadmorska visocina (malce povisoko od Sapka), na Andite i vozduhot e malku poredok od obicno. Toa znaci povekje pati moram da disam vo minuta, sto e dobar izgovor ovoj blog da bide short and sweet. Ne mozam a da ne pisuvam na makedonski, zasto mestovo uzasno me potsekja na nekoja mesavina od Ohrid (nema ez...

Well, it´s my second day in Cusco. I feel a bit emotional. Partly scared (not sure what I am expecting of myself or what I expected of the town - probably sth exotic, which it is not), and partly sad because of all the poverty I see. I am sure it is some sort of prejudiced part of me that is looking at it now in this way, having read its history and the cruel invatson of the Spanish, for when I look at the people, I don´t see desperation. I have seen smiling ...