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The fifth king

The fifth king

You probably know the story of the fourth king who arrived at the manger very late. But there would have been a fifth if not….

Our ancestors always knew about the course of the stars. They could read in the sky when Mother Earth was shaking, whether the sea monsters would drive up the tide or whether the salamanders would spew fire from the mountains. They knew all of this.

They had calculated a long time in advance that a bright comet would be born in the direction of sunset. For them that meant: a great king will hold court there.

Of course, our ruler wanted to hurry to pay his respects to the new, powerful king. He consulted with his generals about what to take with him and how to get around. The gifts were easy to choose. There were three of the sacred foods: Chuño, freeze-dried potatoes that could survive the long journey, Quinua, a grain that gives strength and strength, and coca leaves, the sacred plant that makes people forget hunger and thirst, heat and cold.

The trip was more difficult to organize. On the coast the ships were ready to go across the sea. But after that, how should our ruler travel? The llamas are good pack animals. But they certainly cannot bear the weight of a man for long. The alpacas with their thick fur would not survive the heat. And the petite vicuñas were guaranteed to get seasick. Our noble ruler should have no choice but to walk.

The journey was long, arduous and dangerous. Seventy-seven days and seventy-six nights were the ruler and his retinue on the ship. During the day the sun gave the direction, at night the stars. They came ashore after the seventy-seventh night. It was populated by dark-skinned people in long robes. Do you know what it was called? “India” is what this huge country is still called today. Dazed from the long journey, but happy to finally feel solid ground under their feet, the travelers got out.

But the problems were only just beginning. It rained and rained. Day and night the sky was overcast and dark. They saw neither the position of the Steren nor the comet that had led them. They waited helplessly. It rained and rained. The rivers rose and rose. The population suffered from the flood and shouted for help: “Strangers, help us! All of our fields are flooded, there is no harvest, and our pets have drowned and contaminated the water. What shall we eat? What are we going to drink? "

Our ruler fled to his ship. Since he was a good ruler, he felt sorry for the people. He gave them chuños to strengthen themselves, quinua to regain their strength and coca leaves so that they would no longer feel exhaustion.

After fifty-five days and fifty-five nights, the rains subsided. The sun began to shine in the daytime and the stars in the night sky. But the comet was gone. The ruler's disappointment was great. There was just enough cocaine left to survive the long, arduous journey home.

He was on the move for seventy-seven days and seventy-six nights. On the seventy-seventh night, however, just before dawn, a new constellation appeared in the sky that they had never seen before: five stars formed a cross that continues to guide sailors in the same place today and which they now call "Southern Cross" call.

So it doesn't really matter if the fool Christopher Columbus thinks he's wrong. Our ancestors were in India before him. So it doesn't matter if we are still called “Indians” to this day.

It is just sad that the cross came to us first and only later at Christmas. And if our gifts had gotten to the manger, they could have alleviated some famines. And coca, they would perhaps respect it more today if they knew that it is sacred….

Told by Ambrosio, a shepherd from calapuja