Finishing the last SIP I back my brother Matt and told him goodbye with the greeting between us embracing us and followed my path, until reaching the Summit where the roads are split and one of them leads me to loneliness. There the brothers had won the Mistis, when blood and fire wanted to impose on them the religion they brought from Spain. This took out the back, and they neither realized; they were led to believe that the Virgin of solitude had seemed in great sorrow, where they worshipped their mama Quilla hirca or goddess Luna. Told them that the Iberian mistis told them of the apparitions of the Virgin Mary in many villages in Spain and Portugal, doing so also they that already they do not fastidiasen them with the imposition of their religion. I went to Retambo above an Indian Cemetery, the brothers tell me, that in Holy week burns around the Hill as if they cast fire and that it smells much sulphur; but then the next morning everything is normal and not be It found evidence that there had been no fire. Pass by the place but not felt more calm and much strength. It could be that it is a site where given offerings to our Apus, because he didn’t understand as the place felt very strong and I followed the path with more haste always as if I had driven with an inner strength that was out of my own free will.Reaches huacamarcanga, so it was already almost at the top and I could descry the botica Hill and icchal where the Oracle of Catequil, that he was who forecast that Atahualpa would die in the hands of the barbados mistis. I sat down and I could see all mirrors of water and along all the birds flying with their sounds that gave me welcome. .