The Cerro Rico de Potosi, Bolivia, gets up every morning smaller. The red, ocher, brown and silver is lost through your pores after centuries of mortal wounds. Farther and farther from the sun and closer to the fire of the deep, the mountain became known to Potosi in the world and dragged his people into a nightmare of tunnels, passageways and slavery, still dominates the city, but every day slightly smaller.

Photography by RastaChango

The city wakes up early. Just look at first light to 4,067 meters above sea level when its inhabitants, accustomed to rationing of oxygen, they start a new day, for many of them deep in the beautiful hill or Orcko Sumaj. (más…)