(The owner's friends, taken by Kris, at Cafe Dos X 3, Cusco, Peru)
Café Dos X 3 is a tiny little hole in the wall café in the winding streets of
The owner always hung his glasses right on the ridge of his nose. I have never seen him wear anything else but a plaid shirt, a wool vest and
For the first few times we were there, the owner did not pay much attention to us until one time; I got my courage together and asked him about a photograph on the wall. He smiled to me for the first time. He then handed us a book on a native photographer from
Before we left
I left the café with a huge smile on my face. I would take it out of the little sack that I had and smiled to it. Hank thought it was odd how ecstatic I was about such a little thing.
“It’s a business strategy honey; he gave that to you because he wants you to go back to the café again!”
“But I didn’t see him giving it to anyone else! I think he likes me. He liked that I asked about the photo on the wall.”
“Honey, you are so naïve!”
I nodded and smiled as my retort. He is always such a realist.
I believe in the good of people. I believe that he felt a connection.
There are many more stories like this along this yearlong trip. The Chinese restaurant owner who could not find us an apartment in
“We spend a lot of money here you know? I think he’s just trying to get us to come back.”
Again, I sent my polite nod and smile silently as my retort.
Some say (and by some, I mean Hank) I have a very serious attitude towards life.
I have many so-called principles and most people find my mannerism too stern and self-righteous. I do not trade books nor give them away. I hand wash my twenty dollar handkerchiefs but I would not be bothered to pick up my designer dresses that lay on the floor as dust collectors. I save two-third of my salary for overseas trips but not a house. I spend more money on books than on my car.
I do not mind people being cold towards me because at least they are showing their true emotions; it is the ones that pretend to be nice that really bother me. I can sense pretence from miles away and my expressions are always exact to my feelings. I don’t believe in organized religions but I believe in God. I have been a DJ for ten years and during those ten years, I have never left my phone number to a male customer. All of my ex-boyfriends cheated on me and I firmly believe that given the right time, place and amount of alcohol, all men will cheat. Nothing lasts forever and everything changes with time and space. Long distance relationships are games of bullshit. I hang up on ex-boyfriends when they call because they can only want something. I don’t keep their pictures or emails. I don’t believe friendship still exist after break-ups. The phone calls in the middles of the night from these people are emotional blackmails under the facade of friendship.
This might sound contradict to the basis of my believes in life, nevertheless, I would like to say, apart from all the eccentric rules that I have, I also have faith, especially in the good of people. And we all should.
I have the condor figurine to prove it.