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The Greatest Show on Earth

Cochabamba. Walter calls it “Concha-bomba” which works out to “Pussybomb” in his idiom.

The open air market of Pussybomb is complete mayhem. Pickled pig parts sell on shelves and old Cholas fall asleep behind industrialsized sacks of coca leaves. Potatoes and beets and carrots are piled high and blend into the litter, shoppers, salespeople, pedestrians, and the snarled traffic of cars that beep between shacks and tarps and the strangers wanting “gifts,” and with all this activity I hardly notice getting bumped from behind.