by Korecki, Natasha
Just miles from other pueblos, where dirt roads slop with mud after a
rain, water drips into living rooms and bedsheets hang over open
doorways, this tiny, seemingly scrubbed-clean town peeks out brightly.
In Quiringuicharo (key-ding-gwi-CHARO), two-story houses wear fresh coats of paint.
But few cars move through the well-paved streets. No chit-chat can be
heard from the shops. No food vendors ply their trade.
The refurbished town square sits empty; no children run playfully down its walkways.
A cross atop a hill can be lighted, but no one has turned it on for months.
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