When I see your eyes, know that I respect your dignity..even if you have to shine shoes instead of having the opportunity to go to school, to help feed your family, I respect your dignity...even if I know you have to work, when children in my country have it all.....

When I see my own culture, the European culture in a mirror, I am ashamed, because we have lost our dignity, and for 500 years we have robbed yours.

You have dignity,...even if the men of your land and fathers of your children left you to venture in my kind of world..losing his illusions like they are the wind escaping his hands...., searching for a future, an illusion..someone who can hold him during the cold nights...his dignity shaken, maybe lost in the sea of endless hopes of getting somewhere in this world..... I respect your dignity because I know you know..., and I love these children like they where my own....Some day all real people of this Pachamama will be joining hands and create a new klan.

I see the seed of a grown man in the face of a little boy, what future will you have, where do you go? I hope you grow up with your people's native dignity, because that is the only thing that will protect you in this world.

(photos: Bernt Lindgren)

Tawantinsuyu Prod. 1998.