Wailing Wall: South America

[America]

Within the depths of Peru lies the remains of the ancient city of Cuzco, within is the Plaza Huacaypata. The ancient walls over the years had become a Wailing Wall.

Notes, Pictures, Joys, Sadness, Anger. Place them on the Wall.

[Argentina]

She gave no reason for why she all of the sudden said that she needed to take a trip back to her home in Buenos Aires, only that she would be back in a couple of days. Her expression was contemplative as she walked down the familiar dirt road surrounded by forest and ancient stone, this place...Held so many memories. It served as a playing place when she was a little girl under the watchful eyes of her original “family,” and as she grew...A sanctuary, a safe place where she went to take refuge when everything became to much for her to handle. Dark eyes glanced upward at the cloudy sky, small smile tugging at her lips. How...Appropriate it was. After all, this week, this Friday...October 22...Was the anniversary for something that she could never forgive herself for doing. She came to this spot repeatedly during those years and in years long past, each time with a piece of paper in her hands. She wondered if they were still there...Possibly. Though the Wall did seem to answer a few of her prayers written on scraps of paper, wishes that she never dared to speak of out loud.

Coming to the ancient wall that over the years had been covered with notes, drawings, flowers and other trinkets left at the base and within the cracks. Reminders of the past or of wishes that people wished to be answered. She has had her own share of leaving tokens behind at the Wall, having left pieces of jewelry as well as notes on the wall. Last time she had left something at the Wall...It was a small broach. Not worth much, but still to her held memories that she felt needed to be left behind. Why she was there that day, for closure. It was time that she moved on with her life, move on and move forward with her new home and continue to look forward to many days of pure bliss.

Her lips curled into a small smile, hand brushing against the note and chalk covered stone before her eyes fell on a particular piece. The paper had yellowed considerably with time, she was surprised it was still intact. She remembered when she wrote it as clear as day, back during the days when she lived on the high seas. Back when she was young, stupid, and...Scared. Head shaking, she shook the memories from her mind and slipped her hand in her pocket and removed a piece of paper...And a diamond ring. Finding a crevice in the stone, she stuck the ring inside and tacked the note on the Wall. Taking a deep breath, she felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders as though the burden and guilt that she had been carrying all these years were taken away by the Wall. Turning her back to the Wall, she spoke in a very quiet whisper as she began her walk back toward the airport to go home. “Adiós...Coronel.”

“Lejos de tener tiempo me ha consumido por la culpa de lo que yo sabía que tenía que hacer, desde hace mucho tiempo he estado manteniendo en el tema que constantemente me recuerda lo que he hecho y donde he estado. Me estoy moviendo hacia adelante, estoy donde quiero estar. Finalmente después de tantos años, estoy feliz y lo que me corresponde.

Nunca olvidaré cómo llegué a donde estoy ahora, que tengo no se arrepiente. No quiero pretender de nuevo, ahora sé que no tengo demasiado. Nunca más.

Que estoy diciendo adiós a mi pasado y seguir adelante con mi futuro con una nueva vida en Londres en los brazos del hombre que me preocupa profundamente.

Gracias sagrado Muro ... has respondido mis oraciones, por eso, estoy eternamente agradecido.

-----------Evita Duarte de Perón
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Translation: Far to long have I been consumed by guilt of what I knew I had to do, to long have I been holding onto the one item that continuously reminds me of what I have done and where I have been. I'm moving forward, I am where I want to be. Finally after all these years, I am happy and where I belong.

I'll never forget how I got to where I am now, I hold no regrets. I never want to pretend again, I know now that I don't have too. Never again.

I am saying goodbye to my past, and moving ahead with my future with a new life in London in the arms of the man that I deeply care about.

Thank you sacred Wall...You have answered my prayers, for that, I am eternally grateful.

[Chile]

Eduardo really didn't want to do this.

First of all, the wailing wall is in Peru. He's not exactly someone he's fond of currently, and considering his… past with him, it really wasn't such a good idea.

But even if it was a bad idea, and no matter how much he didn't want to do this… He had to. He really had to.

He had far too many regrets in his whole life, wishes that could never be fulfilled, times he always wishes he could go back to.

And one of those times, even if he would never admit it, even if he would never say it out loud… were the times when he was still together with Eva.

A person he had always thought of as his older sister, someone far wiser than him, his protector and idol, back when he was still innocent, oblivious from the brokenness and pain the world has to offer.

But after the war for independence against Spain, when they had been so close… had been allies with each other, helping each other regain independence… their relationship turned from rocky to just plain bad.

But Eva betrayed him. Though she remained neutral, she still signed the secret Treaty of Alliance with Peru and Bolivia. He had never recalled any other time when he had felt so hurt and betrayed. And that was when he resolved to change, to tuck the shy, soft-spoken Eduardo back in the deepest recesses of his mind, and to change himself. His demeanor, his way of speaking, his military training, everything. He wanted to erase all traces of Eva's existence in his life, and instead grow stronger by training with Prussia, and by forming a strong military.

But he had never regretted anything as much as he regrets that action, either.

Now he knows that Eva hates him. Because of their sour relations throughout the centuries, and the way he's changed so much… he knows that she hates him. And that he could never be her little brother ever again.

Clenching his fist, he stopped himself from developing this train of thought any further as he slipped the paper into an unnoticed crevice, then walked away just as quickly, before anyone spotted him. It would be bad, after all, to be spotted in Peru. His best friend turned enemy's territory.

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These were the contents of the note, written entirely in Spanish:

I regret everything, hermana. I long for the day I could call you that again. I regret my overreacting, my calling you a traitor, my swearing that I would be your mortal enemy for as long as you lived, the way I had changed my whole self just so I could be stronger than you. Even now, no matter how hard I tried, I could never forget the things you have done for me, the way you saved me from España's clutches all the time, all the things you have taught me and encouraged me to learn. And though I will always say that I hate to admit it, I do admit that part of what I am today is because of you. The good part, at least. I miss you so much, hermana. I just wish we could stop shouting at each other and fighting for one day, so that I may tell you these things. Though I'd probably not ever get the courage to. Even though I've grown strong, you can still see how much of a coward I am, right? I know you could have taught me to be more strong and courageous if we didn't end on such bad terms. But it's too late to bring back time. I still admire you, albeit from afar. I admire your strong personality, the confidence in the way you carry yourself, and how beautiful you've grown since I last interacted with you civilly. I really wish I didn't say and do all the things I did that led to our relationship being like this, and I wish I knew how to fix things. But I don't.

I love you, hermana. I miss you so much. I miss Alma and Miguel too, and the way we all used to protect each other when España was around (well, okay, how you used to protect us, but you get the idea). I just wish you could hold me protectively in your arms again, just like old times, and kiss my forehead whenever I would come crying to you. I've never had someone that could compare to you, hermana. You've cared for me, more than anyone has ever cared for me before, even though I am not your blood brother. You were my older sister, my protector, my mother… And I was ungrateful enough not to remember any of that when I hurt you that day. I can't tell you how sorry I am for doing such things.

I really wish things would go back to the way they were, but I know they never would. I just wish you'll keep safe wherever you go, whatever you do. And remember that I have never stopped looking up to you as my older sister, and that not once did I forget anything you have ever done for me, though ungrateful and 'unawesome' I may appear.

Too bad I can never give this letter to you in person, though, and too bad you can never get to read this. It's all for the best.

Love,
Eduardo.