Checking up on Pichi
By last Friday, I hadn’t been able to reach Pichi, my friend in Siloé, by cellphone for at least a week, so I decided to go there to see if he was all right. I thought maybe his cell phone was stolen again or something had happened to him. I got a ride on a moto taxi and we headed up to Lleras and his house. By now I knew how to get to his place. As we were flying uphill a few blocks from his area, I heard my name yelled and there he was, standing on the sidewalk with his wife. He was glad to see me and I was glad to see him. He said that he’d lost his cell phone. He told me he’d been down below in a crowd of people in front of the cemetery one day when shots were fired by someone and he ran for cover. His cellphone fell out of his pocket and now he doesn’t have one. I had been told before by a friend who works across the street from the cemetery that occasionally rival groups show up at a funeral and shots are fired. Now I know why I never got a response to my calls each day. I was relieved that he was okay. While I was there with him, I asked if we could walk to Tierra Blanca to look for a couple of people in my photos for my upcoming show. I wanted to get there names. We managed to find them or relatives and got the names I needed. Pichi is a really good friend by now and I worry about him. He’s often around dangerous situations. Of course, he’s pretty used to it by now. I sure hope nothing ever happens to him or his family.
The photo above is one I took when I stayed overnight in Pichi’s home.