The magic happened again in this country. Until wednesday it seemed that we are not going to dance in the carneval of Cochabamba. Yesterday we finally got our costume, but I twisted my angle in the final rehearsal and got a flue. Nevertheless everything went well today. It was hard, difficult and hot, but grincgos dancing Tinku (one of the most traditional rituals and dances) were like rockstars in this city. Everybody wanted to take picture with us and we also got interwieved to a tv. We practiced the dance in the local park for only three weeks. It wasn't enough to learn all (11) the series of steps well, but enough to be able to participitate in the carneval.