Arise to birth with me, brother. Give me your hand out of the depths Sown by your sorrows You will not return from these stone fastness. You will not emerge from subterranean time Your rasping voice will not come back nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets”                       —Pablo Neruda: The Heights of Macchu Picchu Before the stroke of midnight, on July 2, 2024, a voice roared in Parliament. Angomcha Bimo