As I write this I am thousands of kilometers and one ocean away from where I was born. As a child growing up in the outskirts of Lima, our nights were populated by blackouts and shadows, often caused by the Shinning Path blowing electric towers. During these nights, we sat around the table and my mom would tell histories of her upbringing in Uchumarca, a town faraway in the north of Peru. We have never gone there, because going to her town would mean to take a bus to Cajamarca for 16 hours and then another one to Chachapoyas for 6 hours and another for 6 hours to Celendin and finally wait to see if a bus goes to Uchumarca for 6 hours more. It would mean to make the migratory route of my mom in reverse.