From Jorge Aliaga´s novel
"Dorada and Chubby Churrunaga"
Melbourne, 11th of August 2017
Hi there Eleodoro,
I'm
supposing you live at the same address.
Forgive me for not having written before. It's been ten years since I
got away from Peru. Shortly after seeing
you the last time, I married that gringo, the one from Pozuzo. We had a son, who died not long after, from
cholera. The whole thing was a
tragedy. We couldn't get a visa for
Germany. I decided to get divorced
before he got me pregnant again. The
agent who sorted out my papers for an Australian visa, the one who was crazy
about me, gave me a son. I haven't been
able to see him since he was born. I had
to leave for my own good. I wanted to progress. Buy a house, a car. I wanted to see the world, but I couldn't
realise my dream. I've spent all these
years, washing dishes in a lousy restaurant, but now my ideas have changed, I
want to return to Peru, to my parents' house.
I left my son with them. In Lima
I could work as whatever I wanted. I'm a
professional and I think that my standard of living in Peru could be much
higher than I have here. I ask you to
please help me financially, as much as you can, so I can gather enough money
together for my ticket home. I am
writing to a list of friends for their help to get me out of Australia. Don't think that I'm only after your
money. When I get to Lima, I hope to see you, and spend
time with you, as we did during our days of expedition through the Peruvian
jungle. I still look attractive dear
Eleodoro; many gringos have told me so.
When I arrive in Lima, I would like to make a proposal. Maybe we could start something formal
together? Consider this in time for my
return to Lima dearest. I'm sure I can
make you happy.
Kisses for you, Dorada.
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