Free

Christian is free.
He has left Cusco jail.
I don't know any details. They don't matter anyway, now. It's over.


After three months locked up in a terribe jail, this 20 year old Peruvian man will soon get back to working as a gardener in the Sacred Valley which leads up to Machuu Picchu. He loves plants and is knowledgable about them. He is also a talented photographer.

Wendy and Jose will have their big brother to play with in the evenings.

Teresa , his mother, will be cooking for him again. Thick vegetable soups. Rice puddings maybe.

His friend Carlos will give him counseling and CCMBA healing.

His ordeal has touched me deeply. I'm not quite sure why. The story, what I know of it, is ugly and sad. Very ugly. Very sad. Ugly is a word I rarely use. Sadness can be a doorway to wonderful new ways of being.


'God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.'
( also Rumi).

Suerte young man, y vaya con Dios.