During my visit to Arequipa last month, I visited my brother Enrique and his wife Tula.
I don't have a picture of him. We were so excited talking to each other that I forgot to take a picture.
We grew up together in Cocachacra, with a closer relationship than with my other brothers.
We had no much time to talk. I have things that I want to share with my brother that he only would understand. I really miss him.
Now I will say only a song of Raphael's: "Mi hermano es diferente a mi. Mi hermano sabe mas que yo."
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