Personal Narrative: One Of The Poorest Zones In Peru

I was preparing myself to go to university, I dressed up with a pair of jeans, nice shoes and a spensive buttoned down shirt. Coming from the first floor of my house I heard the tired voice of my housemaid: Mr. Louis, your breakfast is ready. I did not even answered and went downstairs, I was really hungry. I looked at what she had prepared for me and immediately started yelling: how is it possible that I clearly ask you for something and you can not follow a single order, please focus on what you do! I walked away, shut the door, grab the keys of my fancy car and went driving to University. I pushed the off button of my car and went to class. As always, the professor bored me the whole class, but towards the end something when different. I …show more content…
I usually stay with my phone for hours until I fall asleep, but after a while of wasting time I felt curious about my assessment and I started learning about my department. Since I knew about this essay, the place I was thinking to write about was Puno, because I once heard in the news that it is was one of the poorest zones in Peru and I thought it would be easy to write an opinion about their poverty. I typed into my computer: Puno's poverty. The first link was a video from YouTube called: what does the word suffering actually mean? My face was completely different when the video finished. I never expected to see what I saw, so I kept investigating and learning about the way people from the region of Puno live. I could not understand how much pain the poorness was causing. The kids in Puno play and have fun, but they do not realize the insufficiency they suffer; the wealthy young boys from Lima complain about their overprotective parents, instead, the kids in Puno lost theirs; unconscious and ignorant people from Lima, just like me, hate some food, but for the people in Puno, the hunger really