THE DREAMS OF majestic CATALINA HUAMANI ALATA WIDOW the NARREA , KNOWN AS THE CATALINA HUANCA the OYOLO.

1. 00 AUTHOR: Edward Maximilian Narrea Huamaní, writers, entrepreneurs, LIVESTOCK, PERUVIAN Limeño, writes for Chronicles Ayacucho and E-MASTER OF SPAIN (PAGE MANAGER ECOLOGICAL), from Houston, Texas "THE WORLD CAPITAL ENERGY) writes for people Oyolo and Ayacucho, the birthplace of my roots and my inspiration, like the sap of the plant captures from the depths of the land of my ancestors, the chronicles and legends handed down from them to the delight of my brothers who are far of the soil of their birth. This will leave many notables in the field of anonymity to magnify its people and our country regain 'the place that always had the cradle of South American and world culture.

2. 00 Dedication To:

My mother Catherine (85), for hers birthday, November 25, 2011 written in Katy, Texas, U.S.. In these photographs with his grandson Nicolas and his son Dr.MS.genecology Miguel Angel Narrea Huamaní, Chorrillos, Lima, Peru.

3. 00 INTRODUCTION:
 The majestic Catalina's dreams is the starting point, the beginning and origin of many chronic Villa Oyolo people, its culture and its roots, is the raw nakedness of history through fantasy, she told us when we were kids and travel paths of the carriers, these are chronologies unpublished personal harvests it was really hard to remember and often leaving other priorities I stopped in time, without neglecting the present, to immortalize and write, with a rigid schedule that almost always started very early, every day like the rooster-the most beautiful feathery ground-up and I had to write undisturbed silence of the morning. The city of Houston, like many U.S. cities Being high population density do not have the honor to hear the early bird fluttering and the song of that gallant gallinaceous. These writings are born away from my homeland, and spring from the depths of nostalgia, where seething memories that make blood boil in our hearts, are these chronicles that broke the camel's history, and abundant foam overturned on the blank pages left a deep imprint.

4. 00 the majestic dreams of Mrs. Catherine huanca District Oyolo

The story springs from the depths of a ravine and like the water running down the pure, crystalline melting is born in Chuspini which means "land of mosquitoes," is located in the Oyolo district, province of Sarasara Paucar, Ayacucho. I believe unequivocally that all sisters are also dreamy Catherine, her father very strongly influenced them, because they always gathered all his daughters to tell their adventures and cruises travel muleteer to various peoples, almost always had before sleep-were-cradle their stories as children, they never heard stories of children like Little Red Riding Hood, they heard real stories told by the author on his many travels muleteer. My mother as a child dreamed that his father was ill and Victor drover returning from a long journey, 'she told her mom and she did not believe him, yet she was waiting for his father at the door of his house and when the dogs barked and ran to greet him, she was the first to embrace it, and like his father in his sleep at home dawn.His father in one of his endless trips away for about a year and Catherine dreamed that his father was alive, he dreamed of returning, bringing many loads in the panniers of his mules and his mother did not believe him, she just cried along with her friend and her cousins, she told Catherine small premiums that accompany the singing of the people to meet his father and there looked like a traveler sentinel Capulí dog, the faithful pet of the carrier, recognized her, shaking his tail and contours approach her, licking her hand, she ran to embrace his father, and after shaking with his chest, kiss on the cheek and mounted his horse, returned exhausted and tired after a long time.There are very sad events that change history especially when some of the family are going away never to return, in 1935 his father brought his two daughters aged fifteen and fourteen years: Agnes and the port of Chala Agrippina embarking on a steamboat to the capital of Lima, wanted them to study in the capital to carve a new future as in the hometown as much as they could achieve was married, when they were young ladies, and many young people looking through the eyes of boyfriend the pretty girls. Always left his wife a custom travel Saturnina he left on his many trips driver. -When you come some suitors for our daughters will not receive any gifts-some aimed at young beautiful girls and wanted to ask her hand for marriage is a tradition that comes from the time of the Incas, in the village of Oyolo, the girls are married by Sirvinacuy,-which is a trial-marriage, and if the marriage does not work after a year, the groom may return to the bride.When traveling her older sisters, Catherine had 8 years will be as if it were the greater because the other 12 year old brother named Jesus, I could not ride a horse as lame and limping on one leg because he had broken one of them small, that is why Catherine always accompanied his father on horseback, was an Amazon. There were many times a field where cattle grazed and there were the buyers of cattle and his father sold them, she watched her father received many gold and silver coins - including whether she thought that when he grows up, she would be livestock to receive much money as his father, for that reason he liked to livestock in order to have a lot of money without working hard, we should not exploit man but pets, he said.That motivated learning from infants, and therefore it when we lived in the Countryside-Chorrillos when we were children led us to livestock. -That was the most important legacy we passed, and that in turn learned from her father, she enjoyed watching us count the money when my brother Carlos and I made the first sales of poultry (broilers double breast) and after the sale of pigs and cattle sales were larger than those executed my brother Carlos in the slaughterhouses of Yerbateros, with chucos and The Colonial. She was our cashier and we kept all the money when you were single. She also like her older sisters left his village at age 12 and never came back, what she has is what I see as a child, I admired the town with its cobbled streets, stone, slabs were made by the Incas and water pool parade that worked without motor, as the water rises in communicating vessels, built this water is potable water that takes the people born on an island lagoon calledCatalina from premonitory dream girl grew or could anticipate the future and often coincided with reality season, just remember the traditions and adventures lived by his father as carrier muleteer, who was a merchant of hierarchy from a small shop Chumpi in the district for four years. Catherine was born there, so she is, by birth but oyolina chumpina heart. In the store were stored and sold products such as coca leaf, dried salted fish, clothes brought from Cuzco and agricultural products often using barter as a single currency, the gold and silver nuggets. Saturnina was the wholesalers and was responsible for sales while Victor was traveling by different peoples. She described to us as children about their father, "The Drover Victor" and moved with his dreams and legends of the past hidden deep in our country, accompanied by the beauty of their dreams, used imaginatively to tell their stories orally, as if was reading an open book pages sound of that apocryphal book imaginative and mystical character emerged with its stables, herds of mules laden with panniers, moving coca leaves by different people, she described to us chronicles and legends of his father, the drover Victor in his wanderings through many villages in the three regions, in these chronic unpublished Victor rode the mule driver from near Machu Picchu, a citadel of the Incas more importantly, to the hamlets and villages that are the length and width the "Cordillera de los Andes", they always have solid rocky and snow-capped mountain ranges and passing through these high Andean plains feel a chill to the bone and heating they took a hot coffee in a brief moment of rest and prepared in making a small saucepan melt the ice from the mountains to melt and boil. A sip of coffee in the middle of the Andes mountain range is similar to one tablespoon of honey, injected into a body calories trembling with cold, often added to the coffee rum and said: - Take warm coffee and power male to reach the square Acho, and then not stop until the people of Huacho!When Catherine was married to my father, Max lived in San Antonio, in the district of Miraflores, on the Panamericana Sur # 6397, by the fifties, there in that huge vacant lot leased, she began to raise pigs and ducks, many businesses and buy , turkeys, eggs and sold them to a restaurant on Calle Miraflores Jose Gonzales, called "The chef André" located at the corner of Larco Avenue and Calle Jose Gonzales and one of his nephews who is now an eminent physician in Tampa Florida brought him bags of ducks to make deliveries for those years because they had walked quite a few cars and taxis, were always his business world, 'He said that Catherine is the dealer "- and so she helped her husband. By raising the pigs are first realized the value of livestock animals, a pig worth about three sheep and began raising pigs when they were children, birthplace of the family pig farm, which then over time became one of the twenty best in the country. Many times when we were kids my brother Carlos too early and I went to pick up on some jars of paint waste for pigs for the residents of San Antonio, had to check the cardboard boxes on the doors of the houses, and then bring full of rubbish, we swam and we changed in a very hurry to go to school dressed in a suit and pale blue school uniform to go to a private school called the American Joint Bolivar Street near Avenida Larco we paid our father, Gloria took our cousin who lived with us and was studying at a school called Larco Dammer Juana who was in charge of our own.The future belongs to the dreamers and the beauty of dreams, but dreams is not all, are just the wings that help us fly because not only have to dream to perform, but you have to fight very hard for dreams are fulfilled. You can be idealistic and dreamy at night in the dark ethereal, but in the light of day we lose that cloud of impalpable space for solid ground, like a soldier in combat, the pragmatism that is the practice of life itself tells us that everything can be won in the daily struggle and perseverance all can get to achieve with effort-should be a maximum effort for maximum production, as it once did my brother physician Dr. Miguel Angel Narrea, for it we write our goals listed in a blank page and then go erasing what had been achieved all goals are met, "You have dreams big enough to keep track of them while chasing" as he (William Faulker).I should emphasize that dreamy quality that Catherine grew very well in a self-taught, as well as accounts of his dreams last night, like a movie on its opening day: - was the avant premiere of his dreams. She always dreamed of and the next day with the clarity of the day we met to tell his dream and many things that happened in the family she had dreamed of before.He always dreamed of living in Paris, and his dream passed it on to his daughters, who after finishing his studies in Peru traveled and lived for many years in the City Light, one of them married a Frenchman and stayed there to live with her husband and children for ever, and prophetic dreams were met Catherine.While Catherine in Paris, it seemed that I had lived there always, as a story while riding in a gondola on the river Seine came to mind a lullaby, we always sang it as kids until we fall asleep - and the grandmother to the amazement of many singing her little repertoire, to the surprise of her grandchildren and many tourists who were near her in the boat - train your Chatanua chu-chu-, and the calm waters of the Seine , magnanimous River many charms and spells Parisians, Catherine tatareares heard. Thus broke the spell of many years, and it was his dream to the letter as he had always dreamed of, was the end of a dream fulfilled.That's why she always thought that dreams hold the world in its orbit what would become of me if not dream? All people dream and have different expectations and illusions but wake up and see the first images of the day, we deleted the dream of the brain, but she was not erased dreams, even several days later he could count and verse, - is a quality that always crop paranormal since childhood.I always wondered what he had dreamed, and sometimes as far using a notebook that after writing his dreams inspire me to write became the forgotten history of the carriers and a people, I learned that a practical way would also put a pencil and paper near the top of the table sleeping and waking the dream target.When I left college after my graduation as an engineer working in the district of Pachacamac on a farm breeding rabbits and tanning for two years and she dreamed that my new rubber boots and dirty black color for the work were in room of our house in the countryside shortly after relinquishes the job to start work on the family farm "BROTHERS NARREA AGRICULTURAL SRL" who gave us so successful.He also dreamed of ten years before my sisters Maria Luisa  and Rosanna lived in Paris, and my brother Dr.MV Juan Manuel and I lived in the United States and then   she lived alone in the countryside and many years later that dream came true foreboding.Five years before he had dreamed of marrying a daughter who was born on August 25, many people ask for that date and gave no reason, until after five years came to know and marry, and then we heard the good news premonitory.When my father had his carpentry shop in the district of Surquillo, she dreamed of a year before the business had gone bankrupt and had to close, she like in her dream premonition that day and work up the courage among the creditors brought in a truck the only furniture was rescued, a dresser, closet doors, a closet and some Oregon pine woods that served as scaffolding for the painters, who later used to build the house we lived and many of the machines the mill were lost to unpaid debts.My friend Oscar R. Benavides very descriptive phrase coined when he said, the higher is the tree stronger the drop-down Maximum not manage their business well, he was badly advised by his carpenter "black wall" and his accomplices, waste your money , had a family member to cashier systematically subtracted money from painting and carpentry and he never returned their money. I pay him wrong, afternoon and ever.After replacement of the strong financial hit, came from new economic happiness working very united within the domestic church, supported by his wife and children as it should be from the beginning, we bought a land in the countryside, is our greatest financial achievement we made a slow brick house construction, completed in twenty-five, my brothers and I are the creators and actors of that effort, each in its time we put our two cents, as heretofore, and there in the house of many memories, Catherine lives so far is his palace and his gilded cage, with all their dreams fulfilled, growing vegetables, raising hair sheep, chickens, pink egg, remains the Huaypera of Chuspini, their figs sales business, there concerned in their work lives.


 Photographs showing our mother Catherine, the first with his great grandson Nicolas in Matellini, and the second picture with my brother Michelangelo and Nicolas on November 25 the day of Birthdays (85), taken by my sister Rosa Zorrilla, La Countryside and Matellini, Chorrillos, it is highly conserved, are in the transpatio of the house, you can see the branches of the vine with its first leaves that are announcing the arrival of summer and with them the rich grapes. - How can we forget that little corner of nature, which presents us the fruits of juicy grapes, figs and ripe black and white let us taste the nectar from its sugar on our lips.




 On the day of your honomástico, from afar, each of us: Mary Louise, Juan Manuel, Eduardo, from our trenches working in different latitudes of the U.S., Houston and New Yersey we say: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CATALINA.

5. 00 CONCLUSIONS:Alata Huamaní Catalina, Narrea widow, known as "Huaypera" by their parents, "Catuche" for their children, "Chola" with great affection by her husband Máximo  (RIP), "Cata" for his brothers, for their Aunt "Cata" nephews," Doña Catalina" for your friends and neighbors, "Abu Catita" to her grandchildren and great grandchildren, go down in history as the "Catalina Huanca of Oyolo" transit dreams and fantasies and to posterity, is a familiar literary gem, she is oyolina chumpina birth and at heart. Catalina is the maker and shaper of many legends and chronicles Ayacucho is the starting point of my inspiration, woe is me if I had not shown it with its majestic dreams. These bundles literary flourish the old trunk of the family because family were germinated in the trilogy: the grandfather, daughter and grandson, who is an intersection point Ayacucho, called "point oyolina fraternity," this whole and transcends borders and is read by many American readers and other continents, to the glory of the people of my ancestors."The majestic Catalina Dreams," "Legends of the old drover Victor" and "The Great Chefoo actual comments," are now placed a huge rock by the river of history.A hug from Peru to all my compatriots,
 everlasting my family and friends appreciate my mother Catherine.
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SINCERELY:
 Eduardo Narrea "Chefoo, the chief of the Andes".