All of us as Human Beings react Differently to Different Situations in our lives. And we wonder why Sometimes she does not have or react as I do about this situation? Then we keep questioning right and wrong Is the Behavior of This other person?
In my teens I lived with my mother and my brothers in the Rimac district of Lima Metropolitana, housing a store That My mother HAD to get ahead rented, as my father HAD died recently. This WAS across the corner store. Leaving the store and to the right hand Was a four-story building of about (do not remember well) owned by Mr. Andrew Legarda (rest in peace) in Which I Lived and His family on the first floor, and the rest I Had rented to Different Families.
The STI Showed building facade, the door of the house of the owner on the first floor, and Beside the entrance to one fifth That led to the Departments of the ground floor, and inside of the staircase leading to fifth Following the story. On the fourth floor Lived in One of These Departments – very small – one of my first “friends” who shared with me the Same love for playing music. This teenager like me, and Siler name, Lived with His mother, father, sister, Almost the Same age and a young brother About Six Years.
In the Same building, on the roof Lived in an apartment made of wood and Another Young Man Who Also WAS fond of performing Music with His guitar, and I Knew as ‘El Cholo Andrés’. The roof WAS our test site. ‘El Cholo Andres’ was the only one with guitar, Then We Were Providing a bit of Each in the roof, to get tunes to it. Obviously with Our limitations. The meetings of empirical musicians Also Came from Another district, Manuel Prado, contemporary with us to share our Concerns. I Arrived with His guitar.
Manuel Prado is the current ‘Manuel Prado Cha’ Recognized guitar vernacular, Which I Was Placed lucky enough recently online. I Remembered me, sent me an email telling me I Remembered That All Those We had good times together. Then I Sent one to remember by inviting him to lunch and in person all the time, But Could not Realize That Unfortunately appointment. Their Reasons have. Maybe a lot of work.
Siler’s mother Had a Brother Who Lived in the district of San Martin de Porres, a neighborhood Known as ‘piñonates’. This Brother Was a musician and played congas in a musical group Known in Those Days. Siler and i went looking for this guy to learn How It Was That issue of forming a band. The distance to That Place was really short, so we did it on foot. We Arrived just as the WAS group rehearsing, and we stayed hours watching Them do this. We had the Opportunity to meet all Members of the group and Between jest and joke, we learn more about the fascinating world of musical ensembles.
The teenager is adventurous by nature and Desire to undertaker this adventure, pushes him to Make Some That are Sometimes not so nice to say.
Was the Rafo uncle’s name Siler. And Introduced us to Pocho Pocho Rafo But Who was this? Was a friend of Pocho Rafo Who Had neighborhood eats from Tingo Maria, HAVING Spent Several years there. Pocho HAD return to Lima With The intention of forming a musical group to take to Tingo Maria. A Pocho liked to sing, But honestly better not sing. I did not want Rafo to belong to the band Which was a member, says Siler and me to go to Tingo Maria Pocho.
Made way to the first STI adventure of my life. Pocho For This trip, I Bought a pickup truck, and tried to take all of it. Can you imagine as One of These trucks? But we all AGREED to undertaker this adventure.
We Were Almost complete, Lacking a guitarist. The form s FOLLOWS WAS group. First I want to limit anything. A Siler liked to play guitar, But Then Took the drums. Pregnancy Miracle Then the group Travel to Tingo Maria WAS AS FOLLOWS. Rafo on congas, timbales in Siler, Pocho “vocalist”, the writer of These lines in the low and y. .. I wanted to leave for the last name I played lead guitar, Because I do not remember Unfortunately, Is That years and make a dent in the memory.
And we Took the trip to Tingo Maria. In the van we distribute as FOLLOWS: in the car: driving Pocho, Rafo and the first guitar. In the hopper of the truck and blankets to spend the cold part of the trip: Siler and me.
Something I do not remember, And That is vital to this story is about my mother’s permission to undertaker this adventure, Because It Was still “minor”. I do not remember if I Gave permission, or if I left him Without, Which Could Explain how painful the subject.
The critical part of the trip Might Say He Was passing by La Pampa de Junin “The long and cold flight WAS stunning. As much as we Pull the blankets, the cold Could Penetrate to our bones. And Say That You Could not we move on to the cab of the truck, Because it was just cold.
The spectacle of nature WAS what I appreciate the experience live and direct brow That change saw a mountain. View first hills Covered with trees, spotted in the distance as the rain Fell from the clouds, and rainbows. The pungent smell of moisture from the foliage on the mountain. Impressive for Such a young age, and Especially for the first time. See also – Already in Tingo Maria – as Heavy Rain Fell During The Day, and After a while to see out the blazing sun.
When we come to Tingo Maria, Pocho Took us to our place of residence. It Was a half-built house on the outskirts of Tingo Maria. It Had no furniture at all, only planks of wood A Few That We serve as beds. The building Had No electricity, But If I had plenty of drinking water. We “install” and After the bath of law, Pocho Took us to the market and Show Us the Place Where We Would Receive our food (breakfast, lunch and dinner)
The next day, After Spending a night a little uncomfortable – Because You Can imagine sleeping in woods – Pocho Another house Took us to rehearse the issues WHERE They play in Pocho That Would get Contracts. He Had Bought all the instruments, amps, guitars, drums, congas and microphones With Their respective cables. I remember with emotion, as going to see We Were The Members of other test groups in the area. They HAD Heard We Came from Lima, and wanted to see how it played in the capital. Were hot topics at That Time the tropics, and Were all the rage ‘The Flasher’, ‘The Maracaibo’ in Regard to national, and willows Oscar de León, as well as Willy Colon, Hector Lavoe and Ruben Blades. But in Tingo Maria, listener a lot to ‘Juaneco y su Combo “with STI theme’ Women Spinner ‘That Currently the group’ Bareto ‘is to be owned.
DURING the months of our stay for Those lares, There Were Several Contracts That led us to play Pocho, and all HAD RECEIVED. There Were Many Happy moments I Spent In That time in my life, But Then come the bitter. Among the fond memories are the nights we Spent in That house half built, and look from the inside out Could you see the fireflies. That show was very impressive for me for the first time. Also When we met With A “friend” of our age and we Knew That Was the place, And That When, Began to tell jokes, we Laughed before you finish counting, and Told us: “Why are you laughing if I Have not finished telling the joke? But the truth is That We Laughed the left charapa I had.
A Day Which I Have vivid memories, Pocho Disappeared from the map. Never Heard of him. What came next and was very bitter day for us, but not for all of us. And here I return to the First paragraph of this story. We do not react well Humans in Adverse Circumstances. My reaction Was a Tremendous anxiety to see me away from my mother and my brothers. But Siler was just fine, it Seemed as if He Had no mother, father and brothers Who wonder.
Were we still in the house half built, But The Day That Came a market we really cared No longer hungry and Went. I remember all the dishes my mother despised him That for not liking this or That food. The first guitar After A Few Days gone, and We Were alone all three, Siler, Rafo and I … As I Could, I managed to raise money for the return ticket. Siler and Rafo Would not return, I said, “Stay” i went to say goodbye to the bus station. I went to it and to sit in a seat Facing Towards a window of it, I Could See Them making me goodbye standing with eyes, Their faces contorted with pain.
When I got home my mother with my brothers, The Prodigal Son as a baby WAS breast to me. Repentance, Forgiveness and crying left and right … Demonstrate Mothers always forgive.
As a curious, interesting – and dangerous I Would say – as a time went on I found out That I just Pocho WAS nothing less Than a drug dealer in the area. That Was And why the purchase of truck, musical instruments, and Contracts – That Were not paid Suddenly by anybody -. And the overnight, or WAS Killed, Detained or WAS by the Authorities.