Being Peruvian is not just about having been born in that land.It is about having grown up with its history, its struggles, its flavor, and its resilience.And that is why it hurts. In less than ten years, eight presidents.Eight faces promising change.Eight speeches talking about hope.And the result always seems to end the same: crisis, impeachments, corruption, prison, disappointment. It is not only political instability.It is a moral fracture. My grandfather wrote a book when he was nearly eighty years old.Eighty years of life.Eighty years of watching the country move through cycles of hope and disillusionment.And even so, instead of resigning himself, he chose to write. Not to become famous.Not to make money.But to leave something behind.To try to awaken awareness.To remind us that voting should be a responsible, informed act—done with heart and with judgment. He believed citizens needed to think before handing over the country’s future. But I grew up hearing something very different:“You have to vote for the lesser evil.” At what point did we normalize that?How can it be that we go to the polls thinking not about who is the most prepared, the most ethical, the most committed… but about who we believe will cause […]