The more immersed I become into the life in the village, the more isolated I feel. I´m never going to be able to understand the mysteries and unravel the secrets. Even If I lived in Patacancha for the rest of my life I would still be an outsider, because I don´t share the same blood as the mountains. I can´t explain it any better. There is a mystery that runs deep within the veins of these people. Like an invisible thread that holds the fabric of their existence together.
