As we left for Ayacucho, Lucho Monasi Cockburn took out his machete from under his car seat and put it between the two of us. "It's a bad road," he said and looked at me. His eyes were blue, almost lost between the wrinkles of his smile. "One cholo less or more, who cares!"
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