Peaceful Coexistence Cannot Be Limited To The

The Spectacular Landscape Circling The Fortress Supplies An Essential Backdrop, Inspiring Dreamers To Wander Its Ruins For The Sake Of It; North American Tourists, Bound Down By Their Practical World View, Are Able To Place Those Members Of The Disintegrating Tribes They May Have Seen In Their Travels Among These Once-living Walls, Unaware Of The Moral Distance Separating Them, Since Only The Semi-indigenous Spirit Of The South American Can Grasp The Subtle Differences.

A Smoke In Times Of Rest Is A Great Companion To The Solitary Soldier.

Each Spilt Drop Of Blood, In Any Country Under Whose Flag One Has Not Been Born, Is An Experience Passed On To Those Who Survive, To Be Added Later To The Liberation Struggle Of His Own Country. And Each Nation Liberated Is A Phase Won In The Battle For The Liberation Of One's Own Country.

Perhaps One Day Tired Of Circling The World I'll Return To Argentina And Settle In The Andean Lakes If Not Indefinitely Then At Least For A Pause While I Shift From One Understanding Of The World To Another.

This Is Not A Story Of Heroic Feats, Or Merely The Narrative Of A Cynic; At Least I Do Not Mean It To Be. It Is A Glimpse Of Two Lives Running Parallel For A Time, With Similar Hopes And Convergent Dreams.