On the way back home it’s getting dark and I’m walking by la casa de los colque. They were here before this place started becoming barrio. They’re the only family that still works the land, the chacras. The house is all unfinished block and concrete and shit just falling apart. Some of windows are taped up sheets of plastic. Then my eye catches this glint and I see them again in a little storage area: rows and rows and rows of soccer trophies.
