Mayorga apologized and went to speak with Huacman. Both began to converse fluently in an Aboriginal dialect that Marcelo readily recognized as quechua. The young man looked amazed at the guide, whom he saw speaking fluently for the first time. He thought with nostalgia that, despite everything that they had shared in those days, and considering him his friend, he barely could exchange ideas with some poor concepts. At one point, the sunset lit up to Mayorga and Huacman. A detail struck the Argentinean, both facial and body profiles were very similar, with the nose resembling bird beaks, skin tone, and even height and physical texture. “They look as if they were relatives, right?” The voice of Francisco tore him from his meditations. It was clear that the insightful Peruvian had observe

