Today dreamed blood. Raspy blood in my nose every time I sneezed, it was a swine flu symptoms (remember it's a dream). Then, the scraping became drop and drop jet jets Blood poured from my nose. I woke up and immediately turned on the family alarm.
Chocano say that when you dream the blood is a sign that someone will steal the family (the amount depends on the amount of blood you see in the dream and mine were bursts). The last time a member of our family dreamed of blood robbed at gunpoint. My family myths come true.
I called my parents home, I sent an e-mail to France, where my sister and I woke up Alfre. I'm not one of these magical-religious beliefs, but blood is blood. And the dream of blood is not the only belief that keeps my mother's family. Another recurring dream is dreaming with the dead, our dead. In dreams, they send us messages like when my Aunt Rosie asked my sister to tell me to tell me that Alfred be careful. Two days later, a van crashed into the taxi in which he was in love with me then. He was already noticed and nothing happened (thank goodness).
To understand my family, should know where they came. Huánuco city is not entirely complete mountain or jungle. Throughout my life the idea of \u200b\u200bPeru "profound" that he was Huánuco, Huánuco but I heard from my uncles. La Costa, the Sierra and Selva as prints were very alien to me and I mixed each other. For me, "the Tunche" was a pixie Andes. Error, what is "Pishtaco." "The only Pachamanca was Huanuco and became nothing more than pork." Error, the peoples of the Andes have their own version of this delicious dish. "In Peru it is normal to eat guinea pig." Error, at school was seen as a weirdo when I had the Picante de Cuy buenazo that was my grandmother. Not to mention the left they have, inimitable. This mixture is mountainous with wild cassava out and understand the diminutives of names. "Anshico" are said to Andrew, my aunt Camilla was "Camicha" my aunt Heloise "Losh, the hyacinths are" Jashikas "and the Michaels" Miquishos. "
Returning to the origins of my family, the legend says that Francisco Chocano arrived in Macondo, I say to La Esperanza, Huanuco with Caceres in Brena Campaign. They say he left in Tarapacá brothers, father and fortune and that when he met a local woman (my great grandmother) decided not to come back, they say. One of his sons was Valentine, horse breeder, who in turn had Andrew, my grandfather. To all of them, Francisco I inherited the legendary character and mettle fucked Los Chocano. Hence the names of men who most repeated in my family are Francisco and Andrew, or their respective plates "Pancho" or Anshico. " This tradition was ended when all the daughters of my grandfather put their firstborn the name of Andrew, in his honor. Like my grandfather, who died at age 45, all of these children died, some within days, others were born dead. "Never put your child the name of a deceased family member, because it will take with him," say all aunts.
My two younger guys were born with 6 fingers on each hand. For medicine, this genetic disorder is called polydactyly. For the family, this happened because my grandmother was pregnant, count the fingers of the legs of guinea pig. This myth was corrected and augmented with the following sentence: "do not look any animal when you're pregnant because your baby will bring some of its features." And my mom saw my sister go banning of Legends Park when the little Emilie carried in the belly.
With the passage of time and already settled in Lima, these beliefs have been renovated very recently and that appear are very temporary. What it has become more evident is the high pressure nature and legacy of Francis, and the inverted uterus, which in some genetic break one of the women of this breed was left to all heirs. And thank goodness we do not have pig's tail!
The family idiosyncrasies, less tangible heritage will never die at all, I would then pass to my children and my sister to yours (if only as a folk tale.) If I think about it, so it was that came to us, through the impetus of the women in my family, who according to my mother-I do not believe you, "have the gift of knowing where their offspring are at risk every time they piling within right.
definitely my offspring will have more to share with their children and whether they are highly aggregated to understand, then I will read "One Hundred Years of Solitude" or watch a movie Almodovar.
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