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Ñucanchi Ñan - Part 14-A.
Llacuabamba, Parcoy Department - 04/04/1980 - 11:30 A.M.
Hugo Mina had approved the so dreadful and undesired bill that was compromising the Illimani Natural Park some days ago, Marta took the newspaper while receiving a message from the National Pediatric Hospital at E-Quipu “Good Morning, your son Juan is now recovered, tomorrow will be released, since he’ll be on close monitoring for the next 24 hours to see if his health remains consistent with the healing process.” Marta had a huge victory with said news, she had been busy during the last weeks organizing multiple ÑÑ rallies across Huayramarca, but this meeting would be quite special, hence, there was a lot of secretive attitude on her, friends and the persons invited for the meeting. The location chosen for said meeting said how “private” was going to be, Huancaspata is, perhaps, one of the remotest villages on all of Huayramarca, the Parcoy Department is one of the less populated and difficult ones to access due to the fact of being incrusted on the Andes, it was a 10 hours trip from Sopocachi to there, where she was prepared to meet with… Hotel owners.
It was a bit weird to see a social movement with communist orientation meeting with oligarchs, hotel owners trying to earn more capital for their ideas, still, Mina was pushing hard with his plan, to the point that it mattered only to have Serranos on your side, your region-mates in order to struggle against the disgruntled Costeño trying to perturb their peace up in the highlands. They had, at least, 8 hours on the road, they were reaching the village of Llacuabamba to eat while travelling the last 60 kilometers to Huancaspata, the harshest road was now gone, being on Llacuabamba was a victory for those cars who were thirsty for water, for resting their engines after strong efforts made, lots of combustion and lack of oxygen for said process due to the Huayramarcan heights. Kevin and Walter spotted the bodyguards of Buendía, the major of Tulcán and then a convoy of 30 4x4 SUV’s arriving to the village, Llacuabambans were surprised by the sudden influx of people, children screamed “Tourists, tourists are arriving!” Their parents were out, preparing food to sell for a couple of Intis and use that chance to earn some extra income for their daily needs.
Llacuabamba is one of those remote villages that barely has any information on the encyclopedias or GPS systems, according to the last ones, Llacuabamba is only a village with one street, but the reality is that said city has at least 10 streets and a skyscraper, which holds a rural cooperative which decided to build a megalomaniac building to show the prosperity on said place, indeed, a prosper place where children are driving their own vans, going to neighboring Cajamarca in order to buy stuff for their families or some others. The major of Llacuabamba was surprised while seeing Buendía walking through the dusty streets of his village, Pancracio Quispe rushed towards Buendía and shook his hands “It’s a pleasure to have you here with us.” Said while Buendía patted his shoulder “Nice looking building.” Said Buendía while pointing to the Manco Cápac Indigenous Cooperative building “A surprise to have a 350 meters tall building in the middle of the Andes” Quispe inflated his chest with pride and said “That’s the best proof that we, Serranos, can do a lot of big things and turn dreams into reality if we cooperate between us.” Buendía said “It’s right, and that’s why we are here, driving to Huancaspata, we need to gather with those other brothers, so we defend what belongs us.” Quispe’s mind was fast enough to interrupt and say “Illimani, right. We need to save our legacy, we need to protect our beliefs, we need to show them (Costeño oligarchy) that Serranos does matter as much as they think they matter, we all are Huayramarcans.” Both majors walked down to Quispe’s house, his son was preparing lamb and potatoes, one of the best dishes out there and an Andean specialty.
Marta decided to talk with some of the landowners, the hotel owners, in order to build some ground for the talks, since they were trying to get something decent to talk for when they arrive to the ranch located on Huancaspata. “So, which ones are your concerns?” Said Marta while asking Walter to take his “Note Phablet” to get some ideas on what they were going to talk for that moment. “Well, we take advantage of the environment near Illimani, we only make money from the spot, hence we need to keep it lush and as virgin as possible in order to attract tourists, to keep it clean and well-balanced for more tourism.” Said one of the hotel owners while Walter said “But you want to keep our sacred mountain well protected, do you?” “Of course, we take benefit from keeping ‘him’ (Illimani’s known as the Guardian Angel of Huayramarca’s Metropolitan District) protected, also, some of us are Serranos who still believes and respects the condition of the mountain, hence, it’s our first and foremost priority to protect him.” Marta was somewhat surprised, since she expected that they would exploit to some extent the place, a method of exploitation such as water reservoir drilling or more of the like of it, but she was proved wrong.
One of the hotel owners took out a folder with some future projects that were thought for the area, which included mostly the construction of signals for paths crossing the mountain from its base towards the summit, alpinism was a common sight for people across Huayramarca for the weekends and holidays; also, some of those included some sight-seeing spots across the paths, made with concrete and wood protection to keep people away from the potentially mortal gorges near the spots. They reviewed the information with complete detail, they founded it as environmentally sustainable, hence, something that the ‘Pachamama’ would love to see, since the tourists would contemplate her creation, would compromise themselves to protect and take care of it for the future generations of Huayramarcan and tourists that decide to visit it. Consensus was clear, stopping Mina wasn’t a should, was a must for the group gathered there.
