Rebirths... after the storm

As farming families we celebrate the arrival of rain because it is synonymous with life. With it, hopes are reborn and, therefore, when the first drizzles begin we go out to greet them, we welcome them - there will be bread on our tables - we say.

Our grandparents teach us to take care of and respect nature and to prepare ourselves to receive the rain, and sometimes, because of carelessness, unfortunate situations occur. So it happened that, one fine day, the rain filtered through the roof of the space where we store our books, it was close to midnight; so we had to put them in a safe place despite the sleep that invaded us at that time. Questions, worries, sayings, projects were being born in the middle of the running; at times we were overcome with sadness: so many efforts had gone to waste. But we encouraged each other -when it rains everyone gets wet, after the storm comes the calm, every cloud has a silver lining. And we also reflected: it is a call to be better prepared, let us not lower our guard in the care of the dear house, the puquio books call us to read them, Qayaqpuma transmits strength, let's review our stories- and then each title inspired us.

In the middle of the night the family talked, read, messaged each other, and we confidently awaited the arrival of good volunteers to give us a little help. We lost many books, but yes, help did arrive - and the commitment to take care of this great legacy that our great comrade Alfredo Mires humbly left us, was strengthened.

Thank you, sacred water, for making these rebirths possible.