dust filtered sunset

On this election day, Carlos and I visited Carabayllo, the community in which he works.

We climbed a mountain of rock and dirt. On the way up, there was a road division with flowers, plants, and trees, which proved to me that green things can grow here.

Carlos introduced me to his kids. They were all strikingly beautiful and filthy. They were shy and aggressively curious at once.

On the mountain, we watched the sun set behind dust and clouds.