The Hill, the Dream, and Everything Moving Inside Me
There’s a story from Perú that has been living with me these days. It’s about a 15 year old boy from Andahuaylas, Cliver, who dreamed of being a sports journalist. He traveled almost a whole day to Lima just to cover the Copa Libertadores final (a soccer game event). And when he finally got to the stadium, they didn’t let him in. No accreditation, no invitation, no access. But he didn’t give up. Instead, he did something that feels so deeply "corajudo" to me, this way of finding possibilities even when everything seems closed. He and his friend climbed up to a hill near Puruchuco, and from there, with the stadium glowing below him, he streamed the match using only a friend phone and a tripod. He stood on that hill with so much clarity, like: “I came here to do this, and I will do it from wherever I can.” That image feels powerful to me, not just as a story, but as something that touches my own process. Because I’m also in a moment of waiting...waiting to hear back fr...
