Two-yards from my glass door there is a garden of high and dense foliage, and the dirt is rich and dark, and there is a birdbath in the house garden, and overhead a blue and tranquil sky-nearly everyday in the summer. Some of the plants grown two stores high, and we have two birdhouses in the garden, and food available, and a variety of small birds fly to and fro-that is, in and out, and lounge about in this free and natural zone, within Lima, Peru, a city of eighty-million people, and five million cars, and smog galore, and a polluted river that runs through the city.

"They come here, I'll shoot them." I said, but I knew they'd come when I and Rosa were not at home, so how can I shoot them, it was anger talking. "Well," I continued to say, "everybody's going to get it sooner or later around here a few time over until we wake up and become vigilantes," knowing we already got it once and someone tried it a second time, and I'm waiting for the third. But I knew our robbery at our house wasn't as bad as many, I pert near showed up in the onset, where some of the robbers clean out the whole house. I didn't ask about if they notified the police, it was very well known-you're on your own.