He is not breathing well

Posted by xutiseg on July 28th, 2016

A little exaggeration, but not much; thus, I have named this the Great Crossover, anointed and someone may make a movie out of it, according to Rosa's worry. Anyhow, after our bus driver saw several buses go through it; he got enough nerve to crossover. I am writing this a few hours after the fact, still on the road, perhaps it is 5:00 AM, getting closer to our destination. I told Rosa, we were not in a hurry, if we needed to stay over a few days more because of this mishap, or catch a late plane, I mean, it is not the end of the world. Maria was also worried, I suppose for me a little bit, and Julio had a bad dream a while ago, nothing to do with bad spirits, perhaps a good one this time.

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He is not breathing well, I suggested it could be his heart; and he think his shadow spirit, or the shadow of his spirit, while he is sleeping is trying to tell him something on this order. Whatever the case, he gets tired quickly for a healthy looking man. We will have to go directly to the airport once in Chiclayo, but we'll make it back to Lima as scheduled it seems. It's been a wild trip in a way. Our car broke down yesterday, the fan shut down, and our driver had to look constantly at the heat gage, and finally we got it fixed at some town where we had lunch: chicken soup for four people, and a main dish of chicken and rice or beef, with coffee and coke, all of 26-soles, about .75 cents. Not like at the Hilton, but it will do when you are hungry. 13 Closing Notes A Legend of Sipan What comes to mind right now, in closing this short story of my short trip into the Amazonas is a legend told to me by Julio Cesar our young guide at the Sipan site outside of Chiclayo, where we went the first day we arrived in Chiclayo; written at that during the visit to the site (right on the site) on the 27th of March, in the morning (today being, 4/4/2006); I shall write it out as I felt it at the time, not necessarily as it was given to me, although I will not distort what I feel to be fact (for this is suppose to be, in fact, a true story), and it should be said, this legend was handed down, not written prior to this; for I was on the site, looking down into the Sipan grave, feeling the moment, and had stepped upon the pyramid of the sun, looked over the Sipan Valley, and here is the legend: *The Legend of Ernil Bernal Advance/From my notes: Ernil Bernal, a nearby resident had dream that the pyramid had opened; Bernal's nephew now [to this writing] paints pictures in blood. It has been said, the king, Sipan's spirit, does not like being in a museum. (Well, I can attest to that, in that, the spirits of Kuelap have told me directly.

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