The Karal of Supe, an ancient city, lies far from the popular tourist places of Peru. A lonely old woman sells some souvenirs and local sweets on the sidelines. I go up to her, she has the typical face of an Andean woman of wrinkles cut down by the time and the sun. I buy some nuts from her and try to make a conversation. Her eyes are black as a deep well. She is silent. The old Andean looked closely at everything she saw, studying every little detail on me, she can not determine which is the country I am from and she asks about this. When I answer that from Ukraine, she laughs and says ":" Oooh! Rasha, I know Moscow and St. Petersburg " I answer:"Good trade."