Ancash Travel

Ancash Travel on I haven’t done it since I was a child. Remember the time you got a hold of those crayons and you drew all over the walls of the living room, Maureen said, and Mom got so mad because they’d just been freshly painted. I don’t remember that. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it, Maureen said. It was the loudest I think I ever heard Mom yell. She didn’t yell. She did that day. Ancash Travel 2016.

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Poverty of possession was matched by the poverty of the heart of those who ventured there. For the right money, and not much of it, you could get anything you wanted in Angel City. Alcohol was the high octane fuel that propelled the place, thousands and thousands of gallons were dispensed twenty-four hours a day. The alcohol flushed out decency and imbued everyone with a harsh, false joy that inhibited pity and suppressed morals. Violence was constant, endemic, almost procedural, the oaths and thuds and crashes of glass were a background noise.

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