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The Other Side of The Family

Peter’s father was always present, although he only knew of him by the sound of his voice on the phone and couple photos from an old album.

Peter grew up in a house of all-women; he had two sisters and his mother. Being the only boy, he always felt sort of a loner despite tha he was never really alone.

At home, Peter, always felt he was under a constrained set of rules: be polite, take a shower in the mornings and one in the evening before bed, don’t chew with your mouth open, hold the knife and fork properly when you eat, never leave the house without your mother’s consent, take care of your little sister, bring home good grades, and so on.

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Making Few Stops In Bolivia

The Illimani on the horizon

One thing is to travel and be captivated by a country. In your eyes everything is new, the landscape, the costumes, the faces speaking a different language. All those are fascinating experiences that leaves you craving for that very thing even more; more traveling. Now, it’s a completely new feeling to visit your own country and find yourself just as intrigued by it. This ought to be something close to being home-sick for a place you do not know, I say this because I had never been to most of these places. The only way I can explain it is that before, I only ‘liked’ the idea of visiting the ruins in Tiwanaku or walking in the salt flats, but I only ‘liked’ those ideas because I was born in Bolivia, these places were always close by. They never felt as alluring as seeing some foreign land that is far away. Today, living in another country I get to feel like an outsider and I see Bolivia with the same allure as a tourist.