{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Kabul Press","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.kabulpress.org","title":"RES\u00cdGARO","author_name":"Teresa Orbegoso, Peru ","width":"600","height":"400","url":"https:\/\/mail.bamyanpress.com\/article240066.html","html":"\u003Ch4 class='title'\u003E\u003Ca href='https:\/\/mail.bamyanpress.com\/article240066.html'\u003ERES\u00cdGARO\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/h4\u003E\u003Cblockquote class='spip'\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EOh, innocent Res\u00edgaro! Who am I? I am perhaps the shadow of Caral who\u2019s come to embrace you. Or maybe the cold soul of Arana who\u2019s come to ask for your forgiveness from the Putumayo. I know my hands are made of dust and my belly\u2019s dry as the bones of my ancestors. I know there was a chronicler who told us lies about us. I know creoles, priests, viceroys and presidents urinated over what we were. I know a so-called Republic consumed us to the point of oblivion. But here I am now pierced by (\u2026)\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\n"}