AN AYMARA MOTHER
by Cristinaelalto

An aymara mother in El Alto, Bolivia

It is about four in the afternoon and I am walking on the main avenue of El Alto, La Paz, Bolivia.  Among the people that walk quickly to try to catch a bus to go to La Paz city I see a young woman offering pieces of pineapple.   I approach to her and ask about the price, and she says that each slice is 1 bolivian.  Apart from the ten fresh slices of pineapple on a dish,  I see about ten pineapples on her  “carreton” (a kind of small car) waiting to be sold.I take some minutes to speak with her.  As many people, she comes from the rural area.  She says that she came to El Alto, four years ago to work but soon she got married and children came.  So, she had to help her husband with the expenses and decided to sell fruit.  “Sometimes, I am here on this avenue, but other times I go to other places in El Alto”, she says.  “I start selling at nine and stay until 6 in the afternoon, but on Saturdays and Sundays I come earlier”, she adds.  As it happens with some sellers, she doesn´t have a fixed place to sell and she has to go from place to another.