When I was nineteen I left Indiana to study for a year in Lima, Peru, never imagining I would marry the thirty-two-year-old son of my host family and spend the next twenty years there in the midst of revolution, earthquakes, and his untimely death, until an extortion call during the Shining Path terrorist insurgency in the late ‘80s forced me to choose where my loyalties lay: in my adopted country or in the land of my birth.