In the Bolivian altiplano, at dusk, you can hear the sound of the wind, similar to the sound that emits the melancholic quena of the indigenous Aymara that inhabits these lands inherited from their predecessors that in their customs mixed their rituals with blood and the colonialist imposition. In Chacoma Alta, a community between mountains and high plateaus lives a hard-working, sacrificial woman who has lived all her life looking for places to supply water to her family, she tells us her life in this way.
My name is Emiliana Limachi Flores I live in the community of Chacoma Alta since I married Pablo Sirpa Atahuachi. I was born in the community of Jekeri on August 5, 1943. I have 7 children. 1 woman named Yola Sirpa and I also have 6 sons: Mateo, Gregorio, Samuel, Policarpio, Jose and Felix Sirpa.
My name is Emiliana Limachi Flores I live in the community of Chacoma Alta since I married Pablo Sirpa Atahuachi. I was born in the community of Jekeri in 1943 and I have 7 children.
In my community there is no water, I have a well of water, which only has water when it rains, between the months of September and December we do not have water and I have to go on my donkey to look for water far away, there are some small springs at hours, away from my house. Every day, I walk like 1 hour to find water, in this way I have raised my children, they also helped me with my work. Now I am old and I have to go for water to prepare my food. Now in my community, we are all very encouraged with the construction of the drinking water system, which will make us have water in our homes, I will not have to walk so much, I am old and I feel tired.
Like all community families, I also go to work to make our new water system a reality. All the families went to work together. We have waited all this life for this water system. In my old age, I will see water coming to my house. The community has a labor counterpart of approximately US $50,000. And the autonomous municipal government and CHOICE Bolivia will contribute to the project. The courageous community of Chacoma Alta with shovel and pillory goes out to work every day, enduring the inclemency of the cold and a radiant sun that instead of heating roasts its skin tanned by the aggressive climate.