Usually, I don’t like dogs. If the dogs aren’t extremely stupid, they notice that and leave me alone.

But when I was stranded in Copacabana during my move from Bolivia to Peru, and when I thought that I had lost all of my luggage, including my notebooks, my computer and thus the stories and photos of the last few years, and was despairingly scribbling the account of this major mishap into the last remaining notebook, this dog came by and laid down next to my legs.

“I lost everything I own, but gained a new friend,” I thought. Luckily, the disaster cleared up a few hours later. The dog moved on, unfaithful as they are.