Just before boarding my flight to Cusco from Lima’s crowded airport, I call my partner Miki to wish his father a happy 80th birthday.
Miki’s voice breaks when he answers, followed by a long pause.
‘Tío David died,’ he says.
‘When?’
‘A few minutes ago.’
Tío (Uncle) David had been ill for a few weeks but no one expected him to depart so soon. The evening before he helped Miki’s father Coco blow out
