Robert Watcher
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Yesterday Anne and I headed across Lake Atitlan to visit a small community of artisans and weavers. I was in my glory taking photos while walking through the streets getting to know the area.
I walked into this butcher shop and asked to take a photo. He says one dollar. I said No I am poor. That’s when he pointed the big sharp knife at me. His buddy is killing himself laughing, beside me.
He then grabs the kid sitting beside him and goes into a long story about how he has no mother and no father and I need to take him away to find work so he can survive. I stuck my leg out in the air and started pulling it with my hand. The laughing friend nods his head in agreement.
I walked into this butcher shop and asked to take a photo. He says one dollar. I said No I am poor. That’s when he pointed the big sharp knife at me. His buddy is killing himself laughing, beside me.
He then grabs the kid sitting beside him and goes into a long story about how he has no mother and no father and I need to take him away to find work so he can survive. I stuck my leg out in the air and started pulling it with my hand. The laughing friend nods his head in agreement.