Most of the time, a book can help me overcome the one and a half hour tedious waiting time before arriving to my sweet sweet home in the ass-end of the world (as you should know I live in the outskirts of my dear gray city, Lima). Anyway I am not the average untrusting limeño that has a serious paranoia issue of getting mugged, kidnapped or raped. Instead, I am more of the daily socialite that enables conversations with complete strangers just to kill off the boredom of the trip. I chat most of the time with foreigners, since it’s easier to approach them. Especially if they are Europeans, since they don’t have the usual Peruvian post-traumatic stress disorder with total strangers.
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