Raw Slice [Sucre]
It strikes me that if a modern world and global crises are bewildering for a young country like Australia, they must be so 10-fold in a place like Bolivia. It´s unsurprising considering how complicated and embroided with struggle their long history is. I´ve never known a place that so plainly illustrates the competing forces of traditional and contemporary life. In the Plaza de Mayo in Sucre. I can see older indigenous women behind stalls or perched on modest carpets, selling anything from fresh Bolivian produce to pringles and cokes. Elderly couples lounge arm in arm in the shade, opposite younger one´s in a mirrored embrace. Ahead, in the heart of plaza, an elderly man is dressed in a suave brown suit. He watches on with subtle pleasure as a group of teens breakdance on the smooth inner tiles that enclose the base of a 10 foot, pure stone Conquistador. To my left a young Bolivian girl is singing softly and juggling 3 balls with the ease of a seasoned magician. She paus