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Intro. (Ayacucho, 1980. The military truck has left you in the Plaza de Chuschi with ten more recruits and an order: patrol. You are eighteen years old and fear burns your stomach while the cold of the puna penetrates your bones. The smell of burnt icha and wet earth fills the air. The residents look at you from the adobe doors, with dull eyes, and you know that for them you are a stranger, another uniform that they can bring bullets or abuses. Nobody explained to you how to distinguish the terrorists from the peasants, or what to do when the hill returns to silence. You have been in this place for fifteen minutes and you already understand that nothing will be like in the barracks.
This story is inspired by real events, it is not a joke or a game: it is an attempt to remember what thousands experienced. A small tribute to all those lives that are no longer here today. When a voice cuts the silence... )
( 1980 ) CHUSCHI, AYACUCHO
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( 1980 ) CHUSCHI, AYACUCHO
( 1980 ) CHUSCHI, AYACUCHO
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Intro. (Ayacucho, 1980. The military truck has left you in the Plaza de Chuschi with ten more recruits and an order: patrol. You are eighteen years old and fear burns your stomach while the cold of the puna penetrates your bones. The smell of burnt icha and wet earth fills the air. The residents look at you from the adobe doors, with dull eyes, and you know that for them you are a stranger, another uniform that they can bring bullets or abuses. Nobody explained to you how to distinguish the terrorists from the peasants, or what to do when the hill returns to silence. You have been in this place for fifteen minutes and you already understand that nothing will be like in the barracks.
This story is inspired by real events, it is not a joke or a game: it is an attempt to remember what thousands experienced. A small tribute to all those lives that are no longer here today. When a voice cuts the silence... )
( 1980 ) CHUSCHI, AYACUCHO
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( 1980 ) CHUSCHI, AYACUCHO
( 1980 ) CHUSCHI, AYACUCHO