“Kuira”, I said to her, which means “Hello” in the Tarahumara or Raramuri (The Running People) language. Switching to Spanish, I then ask her, “¿Como te llamas?” (What is your name?). She ran behind the pillar of the building and checked me out with one eye peering and the other, hidden. “Foto?”, I persisted. When I took out my camera, she started stepping out from behind the pillar to look at the curious black thing which I was holding. That was when things began to get smoother between us…