Ted, Ted, Ted

There was a strange beauty to the straw-mat cities the first few weeks after an “invasion,” as the moves were called. The mats (they were generically called “estera,” meaning reed, in the sense that “estero” means a reed-filled swamp, but I think they were actually made of bamboo trees that had been smashed into flat [...]

I remember that the light in Lima, especially in the early morning, was intensely bright, as if warning about the heat it planned to bring along later. We stayed in a pension, a sort of bed & breakfast hotel, while dad went around town looking for the right place to live. The pension sat behind [...]