Browsing through my old photographs as I work on my portfolio, I came upon the ones I took on one of my last visits home. I miss it. I miss it all. The thin, cold air and the color of the sky when you´re at almost 4,000 meters above sea level, the harsh contrast of bulldozers ravaging nature with the beautiful ocean as a backdrop, making the contrast even more painful, the smell of the port, the sounds... I remember it all, with all my senses, and I miss my Perú in a way that words cannot express. Maybe only images can.
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