A day later, I am sitting in the lobby of the small Tinkus hotel in Miraflores. The young woman from the Ukraine, who sits next to me, listens attentively as I am telling her the story of Diospi Suyana.
What she has to tell me when I am finished with my story makes me think: "When I was four years old, I fell out of an 8th floor window of an apartment building – and survived."
"How did you become a believer?" I ask her. "My teachers in Kiev told me that God didn’t exist. But deep down, I knew the opposite was true. Finally, a friend invited me to come to their church. The people of that community told me that, of course, there is a God! And I said to myself, I have known this all along!"
Olena has been living in Lima for two years. She is a believer. Maybe her journey will lead her to Curahuasi. As I am outside besides the BCP Bank building, I look up. The 8th floor is quite high. Rare that Olena is still alive. /KDJ