pictures!
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off the map-quest...
animals live off the map. and so do a lot of people. i thought i ought to see what it is like...
- pictures!
- jubilation
- ciego; godson
- pukará
- satan music
- coca
- sitting cow
- el medico pimp
- family
- cow shit
Friday, November 10, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
jubilation
25 October 2006
Monday (the 23rd) was my last day in Chijnaya, for now. i spent most of it wandering around, saying buenos dias to people for the last time. i came upon the newborn calf again, and i officially named it lily. in the evening i worked with the head of the comite de becas writing an application for people in the village to apply for a scholarship for a year of school, studying something that will help the community in the end. that is the hope. the seven scholarships are funded by the chijnaya foundation: http://www.chijnayafoundation.org/
hugo left in the early afternoon to go to juliaca, an hour and a half away, in order to buy my bus ticket to cusco for tomorrow and to pick up some wood to use for the roof of his new house. well hugo hadn´t come back by around 9pm, when it was hailing quite heavily, and i was quite concerned that he either got into an accident or was stuck in juliaca. i walked across the village to his house, and that was quite an adventure in itself: huge puddles of muddy water filled the dimly lit streets while hoards of hounds chased me with vicious growls. well hugo wasn´t at his house and his family was concerned, but they told me he should be home in the early morning. well it turns out he was held up in juliaca until late into the evening because the cars back to pukará didn´t want to carry the wood he bought. he eventually returned home late in the night.
the bus ride yesterday was quite peaceful, and noticeably much more green than the bus ride i took in the opposite direction a month ago when i arrived. as we reached slightly lower elevations the valleys were filled with lush green fields and rushing rivers. chijnaya is at a much dryer, slightly higher elevation and never experiences the river where people go to bathe and wash their clothes.
but the people of chijnaya are happy. they do not need more progress to be happy. they´re in peace in their community and their animals. from my experience living there, i would have to argue that chijnayans, and the world, would be better off if americans followed the way of life of chijnayans, rather than the other way around, which seems to be the natural progression these days.
upon arriving at the hotel in cusco i was filled with immense jubuilation with the use of a shower and toilet, and a warm room. and i came upon a restaurant called greens with a buffet of fresh vegetable dishes all washed in boiled water (and thus safe to eat). this, too, filled me with immense jubilation.
Monday (the 23rd) was my last day in Chijnaya, for now. i spent most of it wandering around, saying buenos dias to people for the last time. i came upon the newborn calf again, and i officially named it lily. in the evening i worked with the head of the comite de becas writing an application for people in the village to apply for a scholarship for a year of school, studying something that will help the community in the end. that is the hope. the seven scholarships are funded by the chijnaya foundation: http://www.chijnayafoundation.org/
hugo left in the early afternoon to go to juliaca, an hour and a half away, in order to buy my bus ticket to cusco for tomorrow and to pick up some wood to use for the roof of his new house. well hugo hadn´t come back by around 9pm, when it was hailing quite heavily, and i was quite concerned that he either got into an accident or was stuck in juliaca. i walked across the village to his house, and that was quite an adventure in itself: huge puddles of muddy water filled the dimly lit streets while hoards of hounds chased me with vicious growls. well hugo wasn´t at his house and his family was concerned, but they told me he should be home in the early morning. well it turns out he was held up in juliaca until late into the evening because the cars back to pukará didn´t want to carry the wood he bought. he eventually returned home late in the night.
the bus ride yesterday was quite peaceful, and noticeably much more green than the bus ride i took in the opposite direction a month ago when i arrived. as we reached slightly lower elevations the valleys were filled with lush green fields and rushing rivers. chijnaya is at a much dryer, slightly higher elevation and never experiences the river where people go to bathe and wash their clothes.
but the people of chijnaya are happy. they do not need more progress to be happy. they´re in peace in their community and their animals. from my experience living there, i would have to argue that chijnayans, and the world, would be better off if americans followed the way of life of chijnayans, rather than the other way around, which seems to be the natural progression these days.
upon arriving at the hotel in cusco i was filled with immense jubuilation with the use of a shower and toilet, and a warm room. and i came upon a restaurant called greens with a buffet of fresh vegetable dishes all washed in boiled water (and thus safe to eat). this, too, filled me with immense jubilation.
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ciego; godson
22 October 2006
the blind boy who is home for the weekend from school came over with his mom to talk to me this morning. he showed me his notebook of readings and writings in brail, which also included pictures he drew with the brail puncture pen thing. he was constantly using his hands, feeling things over and over. he told me he has a bright yellow light in the center of his vision that bothers him and won´t go away. also he had a loud noise in his ears when he´s feeling nervioso, and his hearing in one ear if very bad. i asked him how he knew the bright light was yellow if he couldn´t see other colors. he told me that one night a few months ago, with his eyes up to the sky, he saw all the colors. but also he wasn´t blind until he was 12 or 13 when he gradually lost his entire vision. it was difficult trying to inspire him while assuming he would never again regain his vision. he asked me how he could get the bright light away. i talked to him about ways of staying tranquilo so the sound in his ear wouldn´t bother him. he likes building things with his hands. he likes doing carpentry. and he wants to play the electric organ. i suggested sculpture. i gave him some incense. he asked me when i was going to come to his school in puno. he wants to learn english but doesn´t have the time. i told him another volunteer is coming here in december to teach english, when he has a break from school. he is very excited. diner is his name. he´s 16. he´s one of the kindest people i´ve ever met.
i then walked across the village to visit jose araca and family. i will be the godfather of his new baby. we were deciding on names. on thursday they´re going to the hospital to make it official. they knew they liked yosef but wanted another name beginning with R. they were thinking about renso but weren´t sure. i left and made a list of R names i like, including rumi, ravi, rafael... they looked through the list but none of them stuck. i suggested renzo with a Z. they kept repeating yosef-renzo over and over. i said it was perfect. they seemed to like it, and i liked it because they had chosen it originally, the renso part. but they wanted a third name so the boy would be distinguished from all others. the mother wanted gabriel. they want me to return to baptize him in 6 years. it´s possible. the baby´s name is yosef renzo gabriel araca aguilar. my godson.
later in the day i was walking to hugo´s house when i witnessed the birth of a calf. the mother continued to lick the ground where juices had fallen, while the human family struggled to keep the newborn calf steady.
hugo rode up to me on his motorcycle and we took a safe 10 minute ride to a river and some big rocks, including machinaccacca, a big rock that looks like a machine, a barco or a locomotive. on the way back hugo was excited to find both a rope used to pull cows around and a hubcap, for his future car that he says he´ll have by the time i return in 6 years.
now it´s raining peacefully and yoni´s using my poncho to bring in the cows from the field. i would normally help but i´ve been a little sick the past 2 days, and the family wants me to take care of myself. and i´m writing to you, my devoted reader.
the blind boy who is home for the weekend from school came over with his mom to talk to me this morning. he showed me his notebook of readings and writings in brail, which also included pictures he drew with the brail puncture pen thing. he was constantly using his hands, feeling things over and over. he told me he has a bright yellow light in the center of his vision that bothers him and won´t go away. also he had a loud noise in his ears when he´s feeling nervioso, and his hearing in one ear if very bad. i asked him how he knew the bright light was yellow if he couldn´t see other colors. he told me that one night a few months ago, with his eyes up to the sky, he saw all the colors. but also he wasn´t blind until he was 12 or 13 when he gradually lost his entire vision. it was difficult trying to inspire him while assuming he would never again regain his vision. he asked me how he could get the bright light away. i talked to him about ways of staying tranquilo so the sound in his ear wouldn´t bother him. he likes building things with his hands. he likes doing carpentry. and he wants to play the electric organ. i suggested sculpture. i gave him some incense. he asked me when i was going to come to his school in puno. he wants to learn english but doesn´t have the time. i told him another volunteer is coming here in december to teach english, when he has a break from school. he is very excited. diner is his name. he´s 16. he´s one of the kindest people i´ve ever met.
i then walked across the village to visit jose araca and family. i will be the godfather of his new baby. we were deciding on names. on thursday they´re going to the hospital to make it official. they knew they liked yosef but wanted another name beginning with R. they were thinking about renso but weren´t sure. i left and made a list of R names i like, including rumi, ravi, rafael... they looked through the list but none of them stuck. i suggested renzo with a Z. they kept repeating yosef-renzo over and over. i said it was perfect. they seemed to like it, and i liked it because they had chosen it originally, the renso part. but they wanted a third name so the boy would be distinguished from all others. the mother wanted gabriel. they want me to return to baptize him in 6 years. it´s possible. the baby´s name is yosef renzo gabriel araca aguilar. my godson.
later in the day i was walking to hugo´s house when i witnessed the birth of a calf. the mother continued to lick the ground where juices had fallen, while the human family struggled to keep the newborn calf steady.
hugo rode up to me on his motorcycle and we took a safe 10 minute ride to a river and some big rocks, including machinaccacca, a big rock that looks like a machine, a barco or a locomotive. on the way back hugo was excited to find both a rope used to pull cows around and a hubcap, for his future car that he says he´ll have by the time i return in 6 years.
now it´s raining peacefully and yoni´s using my poncho to bring in the cows from the field. i would normally help but i´ve been a little sick the past 2 days, and the family wants me to take care of myself. and i´m writing to you, my devoted reader.
posted by Gabriel Klapman | 6:29 AM
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pukará
19 October 2006
it´s a month before the election, and all the candidates for alcalde (mayor) of pukará rallied around the town square. pascual was backed by quite a few chijnayans, but yoni spoke on the platform of an opponent. all the candidates seemed to try to blast their speakers as loudly as possible, as if the speaker quality was directly proportional with candidate quality. i tried to act as if i weren´t part of any party, so when pascual and yoni´s candidate paraded down the streets with their followers waiving flags and yelling things, i walked to the side taking pictures. it was a tricky situation because the chijnayans wanted me to parade behind pascual but i also had to support my family who supported the other guy. there were 11 candidates in all, each with their own logo and team of flag-waivers.
so apparently guillermo is chijnaya´s official judge. it is night now, and there are some meetings going on in the other room with some people who have a problem that needs to be worked out by the judge. outside the room, sitting in the cold, an old woman and a couple with a baby are waiting. i have a feeling this may go late into the night.
currently reading: Foucault´s Pendulum by Umberto Eco
21 October 2006
yesterday i woke up and felt energized and ready to sell cheese. i got an extra table out of the building where the computers are, borrowed a plate and knife from mama mercedes, and jumped in the car with guillermo who was on the way to work in pukará. we stopped at the planta where i bought 6 cheeses that were made the day before. hugo was going to meet me in the town square on his motorcycle. i set up my little cheese stand among the usual vendors who sell little things to the tourists who come to town every day in big first class buses to see the ruins of pukará on their way to puno or cusco. they all welcomed me to sell and i offered them cheese samples throughout the day while their kids yanked at my legs yelling "la turista!"
well it seemed like most of the tourists were afraid to come close to this foreign cheese, and wouldn´t even take free samples. the few people i sold to were the ones who were interested in what a gringo was doing selling to tourists amidst a row of native vendors. i ended up selling two whole cheeses to upper-class young peruvian men who were taking the same bus as the tourists, a half cheese to one of my neighbor vendors, and a quarter of a cheese to a south african couple who kept saying how the cows here were jersey cows from the island of jersey, and while they are terrible for their meat, and while they produce little milk, the fat content in the milk is very high, making them perfect for cheese.
later, hugo and i took a little ride over to the health post in pukará so i could check it out. hugo basically told the nurses there that i´m a doctor, so they kept asking me questions, and really wanted to give me an injection for the rubella vaccine because they´re having problems in peru with rubella. i wouldn´t let them touch me. the health post was active but dirty, and i hear the doctor there is terrible. but it´s good they have an active health post, unlike chijnaya.
it´s a month before the election, and all the candidates for alcalde (mayor) of pukará rallied around the town square. pascual was backed by quite a few chijnayans, but yoni spoke on the platform of an opponent. all the candidates seemed to try to blast their speakers as loudly as possible, as if the speaker quality was directly proportional with candidate quality. i tried to act as if i weren´t part of any party, so when pascual and yoni´s candidate paraded down the streets with their followers waiving flags and yelling things, i walked to the side taking pictures. it was a tricky situation because the chijnayans wanted me to parade behind pascual but i also had to support my family who supported the other guy. there were 11 candidates in all, each with their own logo and team of flag-waivers.
so apparently guillermo is chijnaya´s official judge. it is night now, and there are some meetings going on in the other room with some people who have a problem that needs to be worked out by the judge. outside the room, sitting in the cold, an old woman and a couple with a baby are waiting. i have a feeling this may go late into the night.
currently reading: Foucault´s Pendulum by Umberto Eco
21 October 2006
yesterday i woke up and felt energized and ready to sell cheese. i got an extra table out of the building where the computers are, borrowed a plate and knife from mama mercedes, and jumped in the car with guillermo who was on the way to work in pukará. we stopped at the planta where i bought 6 cheeses that were made the day before. hugo was going to meet me in the town square on his motorcycle. i set up my little cheese stand among the usual vendors who sell little things to the tourists who come to town every day in big first class buses to see the ruins of pukará on their way to puno or cusco. they all welcomed me to sell and i offered them cheese samples throughout the day while their kids yanked at my legs yelling "la turista!"
well it seemed like most of the tourists were afraid to come close to this foreign cheese, and wouldn´t even take free samples. the few people i sold to were the ones who were interested in what a gringo was doing selling to tourists amidst a row of native vendors. i ended up selling two whole cheeses to upper-class young peruvian men who were taking the same bus as the tourists, a half cheese to one of my neighbor vendors, and a quarter of a cheese to a south african couple who kept saying how the cows here were jersey cows from the island of jersey, and while they are terrible for their meat, and while they produce little milk, the fat content in the milk is very high, making them perfect for cheese.
later, hugo and i took a little ride over to the health post in pukará so i could check it out. hugo basically told the nurses there that i´m a doctor, so they kept asking me questions, and really wanted to give me an injection for the rubella vaccine because they´re having problems in peru with rubella. i wouldn´t let them touch me. the health post was active but dirty, and i hear the doctor there is terrible. but it´s good they have an active health post, unlike chijnaya.
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Thursday, October 19, 2006
satan music
18 October 2006
the other day i went to visit hugo and i brought along the guitar because he's been asking me to bring it since the day i got here. a friend of his was asking what kind of music i liked, and trying to name something he might have heard of i said the rolling stones and the beatles. well he had heard of them but never listened to them because he was told all rock and roll was music of the devil. well if the devil is what is represented by anti-authority, maybe it is devil music, as the best music seems to be counter-normalcy. i failed to mention that the song i was attempting to play in front of them, which they all very much enjoyed, is titled "The Devil May Care (Mom and Dad Don't)".
in other (similar) news, i mentioned to guillermo and family last night at dinner that i used to help teach chemistry for a couple of years, at which they replied that that explains why they often see me up in the distance, dancing in the mountains.
the other day i went to visit hugo and i brought along the guitar because he's been asking me to bring it since the day i got here. a friend of his was asking what kind of music i liked, and trying to name something he might have heard of i said the rolling stones and the beatles. well he had heard of them but never listened to them because he was told all rock and roll was music of the devil. well if the devil is what is represented by anti-authority, maybe it is devil music, as the best music seems to be counter-normalcy. i failed to mention that the song i was attempting to play in front of them, which they all very much enjoyed, is titled "The Devil May Care (Mom and Dad Don't)".
in other (similar) news, i mentioned to guillermo and family last night at dinner that i used to help teach chemistry for a couple of years, at which they replied that that explains why they often see me up in the distance, dancing in the mountains.
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coca
16 October 2006
the curandero, simón, paid me a visit this morning in my room, minutes
after i woke up. last night i bought a bag of coca leaves in preparation
(we had coordinated this morning´s reading at the techamiento yesterday
afternoon). as he came into my room, guillermo brought in a special
blanket for simón to sit on, and another blanket in which to wrap the coca
leaves. sitting on his knees with the coca laid in front, simón began by
explaining the different kinds of leaves: those that represent male and
female, good and bad wind, etc... all in dichotomous pairs. after showing
me the basic 4-8 leaf types, he pushed them all into their blanket and
folded it up. he proceeded by saying prayers, mixing the ancient incan
coca tradition with catholic/latin "spiritus sancti" type prayers. he then
blew on the blanket of coca, and had me do the same. he laid out the
leaves in a pile, and immediately found the leaf that represented me. i
thought it was quite a good representation. but thought was not my role in
this ceremony. my role was to be receptive to the reading that lay ahead.
today´s theme was school and occupation, and i told him my desires to be
both a doctor and a religious leader. so, after laying out the two leaves
that represented each of these fields of study and career, he proceeded by
grabbing small handfuls of leaves and allowing them to drop from his hand
on top of each of the two fields. we proceeded in this way after asking
various questions about my role in each field. the coca leaves that
dropped determined my future in the two fields. overall it basically
determined that i would not be satisfied being a religious leader alone -
i would want something more as well. and, while medicine suits me, i have
much studying yet to do, for i am at this point very little prepared for
the field. he then had me put the mail center of leaves in my mouth, while
he grabbes a handful to take with him to the fields for the day as he
tends his vacas. we will continue again with the same coca batch and a new
theme in a few days.
currently reading: The Holy by Daniel Quinn
the curandero, simón, paid me a visit this morning in my room, minutes
after i woke up. last night i bought a bag of coca leaves in preparation
(we had coordinated this morning´s reading at the techamiento yesterday
afternoon). as he came into my room, guillermo brought in a special
blanket for simón to sit on, and another blanket in which to wrap the coca
leaves. sitting on his knees with the coca laid in front, simón began by
explaining the different kinds of leaves: those that represent male and
female, good and bad wind, etc... all in dichotomous pairs. after showing
me the basic 4-8 leaf types, he pushed them all into their blanket and
folded it up. he proceeded by saying prayers, mixing the ancient incan
coca tradition with catholic/latin "spiritus sancti" type prayers. he then
blew on the blanket of coca, and had me do the same. he laid out the
leaves in a pile, and immediately found the leaf that represented me. i
thought it was quite a good representation. but thought was not my role in
this ceremony. my role was to be receptive to the reading that lay ahead.
today´s theme was school and occupation, and i told him my desires to be
both a doctor and a religious leader. so, after laying out the two leaves
that represented each of these fields of study and career, he proceeded by
grabbing small handfuls of leaves and allowing them to drop from his hand
on top of each of the two fields. we proceeded in this way after asking
various questions about my role in each field. the coca leaves that
dropped determined my future in the two fields. overall it basically
determined that i would not be satisfied being a religious leader alone -
i would want something more as well. and, while medicine suits me, i have
much studying yet to do, for i am at this point very little prepared for
the field. he then had me put the mail center of leaves in my mouth, while
he grabbes a handful to take with him to the fields for the day as he
tends his vacas. we will continue again with the same coca batch and a new
theme in a few days.
currently reading: The Holy by Daniel Quinn
posted by Gabriel Klapman | 7:40 AM
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006
sitting cow
12 October 2006
yesterday the doctors and the boss couldn´t get past juliaca because the
one main freeway was closed. after hearing the news, pascual the mayor and
augustín, the head of the foundation committees came over to me and told
me to come with them in the car. i didn´t really understand what we were
doing apart from a meeting with another nearby community. we drove into
pukara where pascual talked to and gathered together some folks who joined
us in the car (8 total - the others were teachers like pascual), along
with some gaseosa and pan (soda and bread) to bring as a gift for the
community. two and a half hours later of driving mostly in 1st gear up a
windy, rocky, dirt road (during which we all had to get out of the car
apart from the driver to lighten the load to clear some rocks), we arrived
at the small village of "union", at about 5000 meters in elevation. Union
had not received the message that we were coming for a meeting, so there
were only 3 people to meet us at the main center of the village, which was
the school. children have to walk 1-2 hours to get to the school each
morning because the houses are so far away. we met in the preschool room,
which had the alphabet, a poster about cleanliness, a student´s mock
tienda poster, and a big sign reading "Jesus es nuestro amigo." after
passing around a cup and sharing some gaseosa, pascual began the meeting,
explaining that we represent the (lollipop guild?) chijnaya foundation,
that i was there in place of the boss, sr. bolton, and that we wanted to
include their community in upcoming projects, such as bringing electricity
to their school.
Augustín made some more introductions, and then pascual asked me to do the
same. I didn´t really know what to say other than to explain my position
and how i´m connected (while acting very official – representing the
united states and all). Since they hadn´t expected us, they didn´t have
lunch for us, so we all passed around the pan (bread) and took two pieces
each. They were all very grateful. Then pascual sort of transformed the
meeting into a political ploy for his campaign (he´s running for mayor of
pukara). He and each of his teacher friends talked about how he would help
their community, yada yada. The three of them, of course, were very
receptive and acted like they would vote for him, etc.
While the drive was quite long, it was scenic and it was wonderful seeing
the incredibly remote community that raised alpaca and llamas and sheep in
huge numbers. It´s too high to grow papas or quinoa there but they come
into town once a week to sell meat and buy vegetables. Chijnaya is still
at 4000 meters, but here the plants grow. Union is situated below an
incredibly tall mountain that houses three lakes near the peak that supply
the communities in the area with water.
After the long drive back, we ate lunch (around 4, after snacking on more
pan and popcorn-like stuff in the car) in pukara, and returned to chijnaya
around sunset.
There are something like
10 other candidates for mayor of pukara. The election is in late November.
13 October 2006
last night, when yoni and yesi thought the milky way was a cloud, i
decided to give them a lesson in astronomy, which turned into a lesson of
special relativity, time dilation, and the space-time continuum. it was
all a little bit too much for them (and i´m sure i didn´t explain it all
very well in a foreign language) but i think they enjoyed thinking about
the immense number of suns in the universe.
14 October 2006
I´m pretty sure i was named the godfather (padrino) of a newborn baby boy
last night. i was walking down the street and saw an ambulence so i
stopped to check it out. i started talking to the dad Jose Araca and he
said they hadn´t yet named the baby. he asked me for suggestions, so i
told him i thought yosef would be a good name since his name is jose
(similar) and i told him i also like the name julian. i wrote these down
on a piece of paper for him, with my email address, and he said he might
just have to use both names together, yosef-julian, and make me the
padrino, which basically consists of trying to stay in touch over the
years and providing birthday presents. well i´d be surprised and honored
if he uses my names. i think the naming of the padrino doesn´t happen
until the baptism, in a few years.
this morning a cow in the neighbor´s yard across the street couldn´t stand
up. she wants to but she can´t. they called for teh curandero to come, who
read the coca leaves and said something about a bad wind. i just went over
(it´s post-dinner now) to pay my respects and lay on the hands. as i was
talking to her she started crying and looking over hew shoulder, so i told
the family that i thought she wanted to be close to her baby who was tied
up a ways behind her, far out of reach. they untied the baby and the sick
mom lit up a little bit and began licking the baby´s body. at that point i
came home and ate corn soup.
currently reading: Return of the Children of Light by Judith Polich
15 October 2006
She stood up today. the cow. and i acted as sanitational engineer for the
village.
last night we had our newly bought 15 trash cans (cilindros) painted and
today after the town meeting the gente from each area around the village
brought the large cans to their nearest street corner. after a large group
of kids filled all the cans with garbage from around the streets (it took
only an hour or so, because there is so much trash), the men standing
around were a bit confused about what then to do with all the collected
trash. well we had to get it off the streets or the wind and the dogs
would tear it apart. so we push started the old tractor and hooked on a
big cart, and with the group of kids and the tractor driver i drove around
the village, collected the cans, and dropped them off (with great effort
and some gushing sangre) at the dump silo a little ways away, where it was
all to be burned, plastic, shoes, batteries included. this is what happens
when western plastic invades the rural land. after a few more days of
collecting we´re going to have to take another load of trash cans by
tractor to the dump silo.
once again i was lured into another techamiento, after transferring some
cash to a family of a blind boy, so he can come home from school in puno
this weekend to stay with his family. for the 3rd time i was made padrino
of the new roof, and i broke the champagne bottle. the owner of the new
covertismo was very excited i was there to join in on this buen día. he
thanked me over and over for my help. all i did, of course, was break the
champagne bottle. all the other men actually built the new shed.
yesterday the doctors and the boss couldn´t get past juliaca because the
one main freeway was closed. after hearing the news, pascual the mayor and
augustín, the head of the foundation committees came over to me and told
me to come with them in the car. i didn´t really understand what we were
doing apart from a meeting with another nearby community. we drove into
pukara where pascual talked to and gathered together some folks who joined
us in the car (8 total - the others were teachers like pascual), along
with some gaseosa and pan (soda and bread) to bring as a gift for the
community. two and a half hours later of driving mostly in 1st gear up a
windy, rocky, dirt road (during which we all had to get out of the car
apart from the driver to lighten the load to clear some rocks), we arrived
at the small village of "union", at about 5000 meters in elevation. Union
had not received the message that we were coming for a meeting, so there
were only 3 people to meet us at the main center of the village, which was
the school. children have to walk 1-2 hours to get to the school each
morning because the houses are so far away. we met in the preschool room,
which had the alphabet, a poster about cleanliness, a student´s mock
tienda poster, and a big sign reading "Jesus es nuestro amigo." after
passing around a cup and sharing some gaseosa, pascual began the meeting,
explaining that we represent the (lollipop guild?) chijnaya foundation,
that i was there in place of the boss, sr. bolton, and that we wanted to
include their community in upcoming projects, such as bringing electricity
to their school.
Augustín made some more introductions, and then pascual asked me to do the
same. I didn´t really know what to say other than to explain my position
and how i´m connected (while acting very official – representing the
united states and all). Since they hadn´t expected us, they didn´t have
lunch for us, so we all passed around the pan (bread) and took two pieces
each. They were all very grateful. Then pascual sort of transformed the
meeting into a political ploy for his campaign (he´s running for mayor of
pukara). He and each of his teacher friends talked about how he would help
their community, yada yada. The three of them, of course, were very
receptive and acted like they would vote for him, etc.
While the drive was quite long, it was scenic and it was wonderful seeing
the incredibly remote community that raised alpaca and llamas and sheep in
huge numbers. It´s too high to grow papas or quinoa there but they come
into town once a week to sell meat and buy vegetables. Chijnaya is still
at 4000 meters, but here the plants grow. Union is situated below an
incredibly tall mountain that houses three lakes near the peak that supply
the communities in the area with water.
After the long drive back, we ate lunch (around 4, after snacking on more
pan and popcorn-like stuff in the car) in pukara, and returned to chijnaya
around sunset.
There are something like
10 other candidates for mayor of pukara. The election is in late November.
13 October 2006
last night, when yoni and yesi thought the milky way was a cloud, i
decided to give them a lesson in astronomy, which turned into a lesson of
special relativity, time dilation, and the space-time continuum. it was
all a little bit too much for them (and i´m sure i didn´t explain it all
very well in a foreign language) but i think they enjoyed thinking about
the immense number of suns in the universe.
14 October 2006
I´m pretty sure i was named the godfather (padrino) of a newborn baby boy
last night. i was walking down the street and saw an ambulence so i
stopped to check it out. i started talking to the dad Jose Araca and he
said they hadn´t yet named the baby. he asked me for suggestions, so i
told him i thought yosef would be a good name since his name is jose
(similar) and i told him i also like the name julian. i wrote these down
on a piece of paper for him, with my email address, and he said he might
just have to use both names together, yosef-julian, and make me the
padrino, which basically consists of trying to stay in touch over the
years and providing birthday presents. well i´d be surprised and honored
if he uses my names. i think the naming of the padrino doesn´t happen
until the baptism, in a few years.
this morning a cow in the neighbor´s yard across the street couldn´t stand
up. she wants to but she can´t. they called for teh curandero to come, who
read the coca leaves and said something about a bad wind. i just went over
(it´s post-dinner now) to pay my respects and lay on the hands. as i was
talking to her she started crying and looking over hew shoulder, so i told
the family that i thought she wanted to be close to her baby who was tied
up a ways behind her, far out of reach. they untied the baby and the sick
mom lit up a little bit and began licking the baby´s body. at that point i
came home and ate corn soup.
currently reading: Return of the Children of Light by Judith Polich
15 October 2006
She stood up today. the cow. and i acted as sanitational engineer for the
village.
last night we had our newly bought 15 trash cans (cilindros) painted and
today after the town meeting the gente from each area around the village
brought the large cans to their nearest street corner. after a large group
of kids filled all the cans with garbage from around the streets (it took
only an hour or so, because there is so much trash), the men standing
around were a bit confused about what then to do with all the collected
trash. well we had to get it off the streets or the wind and the dogs
would tear it apart. so we push started the old tractor and hooked on a
big cart, and with the group of kids and the tractor driver i drove around
the village, collected the cans, and dropped them off (with great effort
and some gushing sangre) at the dump silo a little ways away, where it was
all to be burned, plastic, shoes, batteries included. this is what happens
when western plastic invades the rural land. after a few more days of
collecting we´re going to have to take another load of trash cans by
tractor to the dump silo.
once again i was lured into another techamiento, after transferring some
cash to a family of a blind boy, so he can come home from school in puno
this weekend to stay with his family. for the 3rd time i was made padrino
of the new roof, and i broke the champagne bottle. the owner of the new
covertismo was very excited i was there to join in on this buen día. he
thanked me over and over for my help. all i did, of course, was break the
champagne bottle. all the other men actually built the new shed.
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Thursday, October 12, 2006
el medico pimp
5 October 2006
"I woke up this morning with the sun beam shining in"- that song from the
Big Lebowski. I actually woke up to the cries of the rooster, 6ish.
Time runs differently here. I´ve grown accustomed to it, and i like it. i
no longer make any time-driven committments. i´ve started teaching guitar
to a girl named Yuli, and i´m going to start with hugo soon. yuli wants to
bring friends to learn too and also last night was asking about a
particular time to continue the lessons. well i´ve learned, and i´ve begun
to play the chijnaya time game. so i said "oh, i don´t know, some days in
the late afternoons... when the moon is right and we want to play." i´ve
come to relate many things to the recently growing/shining luna. the card
trick i showed my family last night... i relayed all powerful forces to
the bright luna overhead. one day, when the moon is not looking, i said, i
may be able to explain the magic.
well it´s market day again, so i guess i better go into town. i´ll ride
with guillermo and yoni who are going in a little bit.
my family here, it seems, is in the upper-middle class of chijnaya. they
have enough food to eat, for the most part. all the kids went or are going
to a university. they have a 2 story house made of cement (1 room on top,
1 on bottom). they have a fairly large number of animals, and they always
have meat to eat. and they have a car. there are only about 5 cars in
chijnaya among the 50ish families. also, their rooms have cement floors
rather than dirt floors (although the kitchen has a dirt floor).
i cringe every time i see them treat the animals as far-sub-human, moving
the cows along with a whip and often pushing them around with their hands
and feet (most often completely unnecessarily). and guillermo grabs chucky
by the neck with 2 hands and yanks him around the yard. but everyone
treats the cows this way, by custom. they have to show them who´s boss or
the cows will not cooperate (not that they want to cooperate as it is).
but it seems to me ("if you live your life like a candle in the wind...")
that if they showed the animals a little love they might get along a lot
better. but who am i to talk about treating the animals.
as i was getting ready to leave for pukara this morning, hugo walks up to
the house with a friend of his who has a young girl who is sick with a
fever and pain and stomach problems. while guillermo and yoni are honking
at me from the car to get in and go i race into my room and drop some
tylenol in a plastic bag, give them to hugo´s friend and explain when to
take them (for the daughter). just now after returning to chijnaya i was
ambling about by hugo´s house on my way to this mountain that i´m sitting
on right now, and hugo tells me the girl is feeling MUCH better and is
happy. i don´t doubt that many things wrong with the people in this
village will get better by taking any sort of medicine from the
all-knowing gringo (placebo). as i´m standing there talking to hugo as he
and friends are building a new casa at his house, laying adobe, they bring
over a young boy who has a swollen cheek/throat below his right ear that
hurts. well i don´t know what to do about that, although i´m suspicious
that it´s related to an infected/dirty ear, so i tell them how to wash out
his ear and that may hopefully clear it up. i don´t have antibiotics at my
disposal, and i wouldn´t know what to use anyway. it´s not huge and he´s
not screaming in pain, so i assume it will go away on its own soon. i feel
that just giving them some advice and having them take the time to pay
attention to it will set the little boy on his way to recovery.
on the ride home from pukara today i sat in the far back of the rasta van
with 19 chijnayans. why they never opened a window, i don´t know.
currently reading: The Hold Life Has: Coca and Cultural Identity in an
Andean Community, by Catherine Allen
6 October 2006
there is no better time to be here. it is warm throughout the day until
the late afternoon when the clouds roll in from behind the mountains,
raining or hailing every few nights. they say the hail is "feo", ugly, but
i take pleasure in the sound it makes against the roof of my room. it will
be ugly, however, when in the upcoming weeks and months the people will
have to tend their animals and plow and plant their papas and quinoa when
the rains and hail strike earlier and earlier in the day.
7 October 2006
i´m writing by candlelight. even though the power is basically out in the
village, my room has a bulb that runs on very low power, and thus works
right now. however, the family just welcomed an unexpected group of
visitors and they´re having a "reunion" in the other room, so they´re
using the light bulb (the whole thing with the visitors is a little fishy
top me, and the dogs - they´re barking like crazy right now).
yesterday afternoon i helped hugo build his new casa. we were laying adobe
and carrying logs and placing them on the adobe as support for the floor
of the second story. meanwhile, geronima´s dad, 86ish, an active
adventista, was standing in a pool of mud, dishing it out in bucketloads,
used to seal and connect/insulate the adobe walls. the whole time hugo was
saying how this house was for me and my friends to come stay in. and he
called me the architect since i advised on where to put the door to the
second story, and i did some division in my head to figure out how far
apart to spread the logs so they´re evenly spaced.
there are only a handful of 2 story houses in the village. it is with
great pride that hugo is constructing his new house. after working for a
while we sat around, they shared some gaseosa (i didn´t want any), and
they asked me how much my shoes cost... then commented on how their
sandals are made from used car tires (awesome!).
As i walked home i had an awkward moment outside the house here. i saw 3
girls talking and i thought one was yuli my guitar student so i said
"guitarra! un momento..." and went and got the guitar out of my room
because i was supposed to let her borrow it for the night. however, it
wasn´t yuli, it was yesi, the younger sister from my family who had just
come home from school for the first time since the day i arrived here. she
and her friends continued to be confused/tell me that she wasn´t yuli, she
was yesi. i responded with a blank look, and then finally after a while it
sunk in and i said "bienvenido a la casa!" and started playing guitar.
later in the evening, after eating dinner in the kitchen, the kids left to
leave me with guillermo and mercedes. guillermo proceeded to go off on a
very long and informative schpiel (sp?) on the reality of living here with
little access and little money. i didn´t understand a lot of what he said,
but he did say that he was the first school teacher from chijnaya and in
the beginning other members of the village were very jealous. he also said
that there´s nothing in chijnaya that´s going to keep the next generation
living here - they need new businesses, or something. the families are
large, so when they divide their land between all 3 or 5 or 8 children,
the kids really aren´t left with enough to get by, so they have to have
another job, like guillermo. he also has this idea of starting a chicken
farm for chickens and their eggs, and he wants me to help him find a
machine that goes around collecting hundreds of eggs. i told him we can
look on the internet. his eyes lit up.
he proceeded to talk about how poor peru is and how it needs to really
start advancing like the united states... "how can we make more money!?...
we could sell cocaine..." at which point i burst in saying no no and why
it would not help the world at all... and then i started talking about all
the problems that have and are resulting from the "advancement" of
american society... meanwhile guillermo´s constantly looking at mercedes
with eyes that suggest: "yeah, listen to this" for mercedes is really not
educated and learns everything from her husband (she told me this), who
takes pride in his lecturing. this went on for probably two hours, after
which we just sort of said "vamos... buenas noches." they had told me
about the insecurity with which they constantly live - will the potatoe
crops yield enough to eat this year... perhaps enough to sell some so they
can buy other things like corn and rice?
they´re arguing with the visitors in the other room right now. it woulds
like it might have to do with helar´s baby. it could be the mother´s
parents. i think it´s time start thinking about how to give out these 200
condoms i have.
currently reading: Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins
8 October 2006
i´m on top of a very high mountain with two late-teenage chijnayan boys,
wilson and cesar. they are writing love poems for their enamoradas, both
of whom i happen to know... wilson´s enamorada is yuli, my guitar student,
and cesar´s is yesi, my younger "sister". enamorada ranges from crush to
girlfriend, but the parents can´t know. it´s a tricky game hey have to
play to find a love and life partner. these two have not done more than
talk and dance with their enamoradas, from what they say. they´re sitting
on rocks near me now, comparing poems. the parents can´t know about the
enamoradas or the girl´s parents will send them away. they basically can´t
mention anything unless they want to get married and have babies. they
both agreed to take my 200 condoms and distribute them among their friends
and themselves. they said that people over 18 use condoms but those under
18 don´t because they aren´t allowed to buy them. it´s not religious, they
say... just that the adults don´t want kids under 18 having sex. with
helar and his baby´s situation in mind, i feel quite justified in giving
away my condoms, for their protection.
i asked them how it all works with finding a wife, etc., and they said
that after time as enamoradas (in secret) they become novios (which
implies marriage and babies in the near future). helar and his girlfriend
were basically made husband and wife by default (the baby). it was the
baby´s mom and family who were over last night, discussing how to take
care of the little guy, baby in hand.
these 2 boys here on the mountain have told me they are not faithful. they
are always seeking other people. thus, condoms (preservativos) all the
better. they originally wanted me to give them to the girls, probably to
help give them ideas, but i said it would be a little awkward for me to
hand over a bunch of condoms to a 17 year old girl during a guitar lesson,
so they agreed to distribute. they are very happy to have them.
as i was looking for hugo to go into pukara i came upon a large group of
men finishing the roof on a house and another group right next door
finishing a "covertismo", animal shed, while a group of women cooked
dinner outside. they all came up to me to shake my hand and explain to me
what they´re doing and ask me if it is good. of course it´s good! it´s a
new house with a new roof to live under! i was hanging around for hugo to
finish working because we had a plan to go into town in the evening, but
of course things tend to linger. they had a ceremony for the finishing of
the covertismo, and they named a guest who had just recently arrived by
car as the padrino. he of course welcomed everyone there and have special
thanks to my presence. we then moved to the new roof of the house that was
completed at the same time. the owner, whose name i never learned, had
been paying close attention to me the whole time i was there, bringing me
a stool to sit on, asking me how everything was. well he named me the
padrino for the new roof of the house. in front of about 50 people i went
up, this time giving a little talk about how this roof would remain for a
hundred years through wind and rain, and thanking everyone for their
presence there together to build it. i then broke the champagne bottle
with a hammer. however, unlike when i was padrino at my house with
guillermo and family, thwn i smashed the champagne bottle with full force,
causing glass to go flying, this time i learned from the padrino of the
covertismo that i was simply supposed to give a strong tap on the bottle
so only the bottom broke and champagne would go shooting down. after this
ceremony i was led into a room lined with benches where i gathered with
all the men, and one woman (i don´t know who she was), to eat the dinner
that the wives were cooking outside whle the men were finishing their
work. while we were served two bowls of soup, and another bowl full of
corn, potatoes, and lamb, men in the room asked me questions, like "in
your country do you eat 3 servings? we peruvians can eat 3 bowls!" well i
didn´t really know how to answer that, except that when they were all
starting to pack up their 3rd bowl in to-go bags i commented... "so you
can´t eat the 3rd bowl!?" they laughed but then backed themselves up by
explaining it was for their wives and children who had to be fed too. well
i didn´t want to eat this whole dinner in the first place beause before i
left my house in the afternoon mama mercedes was already making a special
dinner for me with the chicken that they drove 45 minutes to buy simply
because i mentioned once that chicken was the meat i ate most at home. i
tried explaining to hugo that my family was making me dinner, but i didn´t
really have a choice to eat or not once i was named padrino. i was the
godfather of the new roof.
after passing and drinking beer, and attempting to open a bottle by using
another bottle for leverage and failing, hugo and i left the scene, where
by this time the men were pointing out one man sitting near me who had
brain or pschological trouble, who was supposedly going to fly back to the
states with me to be operated on so he would become normal. the villagers
really think gringos like me have the capacity to do anything. i can´t
even open the beer bottle like them.
as i followed the man who had offered to drive us into town (one of the
few with a car, who i was to pay for his services), to his house, he came
out with tapestries that his wife makes of the uro islands of lake
titicaca, implying that i should buy them or take them to the states with
me to sell. as i gave an excited look about the art but an uninterested
look about buying them, he put them away and told me we´ll talk more
tomorrow. we drove over to pick up hugo at his house, and his whole family
(wife and 2 daughters) jumped in the car eager to go to town. after an
important errand in town i received an email from the boss (dr. bolton)
about the 2 doctors coming to chijnaya tomorrow and what we needed to do
to prepare. we then made the drive back to the village. never before has a
5km drive been so exciting (terrible rocky dirt road at night). we came to
the house of the head of the health committee, with whom we had to relate
the news of the doctors. guillermo and mercedes appeared, flashlight in
hand, very worried, as they had been spending the last hour looking for
me. i of course felt very bad because they had made me a special dinner
and i never showed up, but i explained to them how i was sucked into the
whole other affair. they understood. but then i felt obligated to eat my
second dinner of chicken, veggies, and rice... which was delicious. what a
night!
9 October 2006
today i acted as pharmacy, director, and secretary at the health post. the
two doctors arrived with two nurses but no equipment apart from
stethoscopes and blood pressure whatchamacallits. i supplied the rest of
everything necessary in treating the 150ish people who came and signed up
with me to be treated... a light for looking in throats, cotton balls,
alcohol swabs, q-tips, and most importantly 1000 ibuprofen which was
prescribed to pretty much every other person. without it people would have
been left with a prescription and no pills- ibuprofen costs about 10x as
much here as at the costco back home. so i signed people up on "la lista"
and moved them along one by one to the nurses, who checked pulse, bp,
temp, etc. guillermo´s in one of the doctor rooms acting as a translater
between quechua and espanol. And as the patients came out of each of the
two doctor rooms they brought me their prescriptions, mostly for 10-18
ibuprofen pills, which i dispensed in plastic baggies. most other
medicines will have to be bought at the pharmacy in pukara. about 50ish
people were seen by the doctors today, and they´ll be coming back for two
more days. i will again act as pharmacy, director, and secretary for the
rest of the aching bodies who will be given enough medicine to last a
week, after which i´m sure their bodies will once again become painful
from their immense physical labor. but simply seeing a doctor is something
these folks haven´t been able to experience in a very long time, if ever.
they are all too poor to actually go and pay for a visit. many, after
receiving their 12 or 18 ibuprofen, comment, "thank you. this will make me
better." this positive attitude is what is most important.
10 October 2006
the women all lined up for the female doctor, and the men the male doctor.
and i dispensed many an ibuprofen, as well as some other medicines that
the boss and assisant david picked up from the pharmacy last night. at the
end of the day we walked over to a group finishing a covertismo, animal
shed, and the boss, dr. bolton, was named the padrino. he and the doctors
were going to immediately take off but were given plates of food. i as
well. however, i was also sucked into sitting under the new rood with the
rest of the men to continue the cervesa passing, along with 2 more plates
of food. i am becoming used to these customs, and i felt quite comfortable
this time being the center of attention during dinner... with the others
whispering to each other things like, "he likes to climb the mountains
around town" and "he doesn´t play soccer but he skis down mountains." this
time, after the final dish, i was given a handful of coca leaves (they
were dropped into my hat), which i stuck in my cheek to suck out the
juice. while doing this i was handed a shot of tequile-like alcohol (it
was really pretty nasty), as well as the usual beer. "mister, mister" one
old man began, "how much water do we need to drink for every kilometer we
walk in the sun?" "i don´t know" i replid... "you need to find a river."
Another man asked my shoe size and commented that they all wear Goodyear
(sandals from used tires) and asked for a translation of Goodyear. they
were happy. anything good is great to them. well my second dinner is on
the way. i need to prepare.
in other news, the doctor´s shirt, under is white coat, read "pimp at
work." he didn´t know what it meant.
it´s a done deal... i just made the transaction. the 200 condoms are off
to find new... homes.
"I woke up this morning with the sun beam shining in"- that song from the
Big Lebowski. I actually woke up to the cries of the rooster, 6ish.
Time runs differently here. I´ve grown accustomed to it, and i like it. i
no longer make any time-driven committments. i´ve started teaching guitar
to a girl named Yuli, and i´m going to start with hugo soon. yuli wants to
bring friends to learn too and also last night was asking about a
particular time to continue the lessons. well i´ve learned, and i´ve begun
to play the chijnaya time game. so i said "oh, i don´t know, some days in
the late afternoons... when the moon is right and we want to play." i´ve
come to relate many things to the recently growing/shining luna. the card
trick i showed my family last night... i relayed all powerful forces to
the bright luna overhead. one day, when the moon is not looking, i said, i
may be able to explain the magic.
well it´s market day again, so i guess i better go into town. i´ll ride
with guillermo and yoni who are going in a little bit.
my family here, it seems, is in the upper-middle class of chijnaya. they
have enough food to eat, for the most part. all the kids went or are going
to a university. they have a 2 story house made of cement (1 room on top,
1 on bottom). they have a fairly large number of animals, and they always
have meat to eat. and they have a car. there are only about 5 cars in
chijnaya among the 50ish families. also, their rooms have cement floors
rather than dirt floors (although the kitchen has a dirt floor).
i cringe every time i see them treat the animals as far-sub-human, moving
the cows along with a whip and often pushing them around with their hands
and feet (most often completely unnecessarily). and guillermo grabs chucky
by the neck with 2 hands and yanks him around the yard. but everyone
treats the cows this way, by custom. they have to show them who´s boss or
the cows will not cooperate (not that they want to cooperate as it is).
but it seems to me ("if you live your life like a candle in the wind...")
that if they showed the animals a little love they might get along a lot
better. but who am i to talk about treating the animals.
as i was getting ready to leave for pukara this morning, hugo walks up to
the house with a friend of his who has a young girl who is sick with a
fever and pain and stomach problems. while guillermo and yoni are honking
at me from the car to get in and go i race into my room and drop some
tylenol in a plastic bag, give them to hugo´s friend and explain when to
take them (for the daughter). just now after returning to chijnaya i was
ambling about by hugo´s house on my way to this mountain that i´m sitting
on right now, and hugo tells me the girl is feeling MUCH better and is
happy. i don´t doubt that many things wrong with the people in this
village will get better by taking any sort of medicine from the
all-knowing gringo (placebo). as i´m standing there talking to hugo as he
and friends are building a new casa at his house, laying adobe, they bring
over a young boy who has a swollen cheek/throat below his right ear that
hurts. well i don´t know what to do about that, although i´m suspicious
that it´s related to an infected/dirty ear, so i tell them how to wash out
his ear and that may hopefully clear it up. i don´t have antibiotics at my
disposal, and i wouldn´t know what to use anyway. it´s not huge and he´s
not screaming in pain, so i assume it will go away on its own soon. i feel
that just giving them some advice and having them take the time to pay
attention to it will set the little boy on his way to recovery.
on the ride home from pukara today i sat in the far back of the rasta van
with 19 chijnayans. why they never opened a window, i don´t know.
currently reading: The Hold Life Has: Coca and Cultural Identity in an
Andean Community, by Catherine Allen
6 October 2006
there is no better time to be here. it is warm throughout the day until
the late afternoon when the clouds roll in from behind the mountains,
raining or hailing every few nights. they say the hail is "feo", ugly, but
i take pleasure in the sound it makes against the roof of my room. it will
be ugly, however, when in the upcoming weeks and months the people will
have to tend their animals and plow and plant their papas and quinoa when
the rains and hail strike earlier and earlier in the day.
7 October 2006
i´m writing by candlelight. even though the power is basically out in the
village, my room has a bulb that runs on very low power, and thus works
right now. however, the family just welcomed an unexpected group of
visitors and they´re having a "reunion" in the other room, so they´re
using the light bulb (the whole thing with the visitors is a little fishy
top me, and the dogs - they´re barking like crazy right now).
yesterday afternoon i helped hugo build his new casa. we were laying adobe
and carrying logs and placing them on the adobe as support for the floor
of the second story. meanwhile, geronima´s dad, 86ish, an active
adventista, was standing in a pool of mud, dishing it out in bucketloads,
used to seal and connect/insulate the adobe walls. the whole time hugo was
saying how this house was for me and my friends to come stay in. and he
called me the architect since i advised on where to put the door to the
second story, and i did some division in my head to figure out how far
apart to spread the logs so they´re evenly spaced.
there are only a handful of 2 story houses in the village. it is with
great pride that hugo is constructing his new house. after working for a
while we sat around, they shared some gaseosa (i didn´t want any), and
they asked me how much my shoes cost... then commented on how their
sandals are made from used car tires (awesome!).
As i walked home i had an awkward moment outside the house here. i saw 3
girls talking and i thought one was yuli my guitar student so i said
"guitarra! un momento..." and went and got the guitar out of my room
because i was supposed to let her borrow it for the night. however, it
wasn´t yuli, it was yesi, the younger sister from my family who had just
come home from school for the first time since the day i arrived here. she
and her friends continued to be confused/tell me that she wasn´t yuli, she
was yesi. i responded with a blank look, and then finally after a while it
sunk in and i said "bienvenido a la casa!" and started playing guitar.
later in the evening, after eating dinner in the kitchen, the kids left to
leave me with guillermo and mercedes. guillermo proceeded to go off on a
very long and informative schpiel (sp?) on the reality of living here with
little access and little money. i didn´t understand a lot of what he said,
but he did say that he was the first school teacher from chijnaya and in
the beginning other members of the village were very jealous. he also said
that there´s nothing in chijnaya that´s going to keep the next generation
living here - they need new businesses, or something. the families are
large, so when they divide their land between all 3 or 5 or 8 children,
the kids really aren´t left with enough to get by, so they have to have
another job, like guillermo. he also has this idea of starting a chicken
farm for chickens and their eggs, and he wants me to help him find a
machine that goes around collecting hundreds of eggs. i told him we can
look on the internet. his eyes lit up.
he proceeded to talk about how poor peru is and how it needs to really
start advancing like the united states... "how can we make more money!?...
we could sell cocaine..." at which point i burst in saying no no and why
it would not help the world at all... and then i started talking about all
the problems that have and are resulting from the "advancement" of
american society... meanwhile guillermo´s constantly looking at mercedes
with eyes that suggest: "yeah, listen to this" for mercedes is really not
educated and learns everything from her husband (she told me this), who
takes pride in his lecturing. this went on for probably two hours, after
which we just sort of said "vamos... buenas noches." they had told me
about the insecurity with which they constantly live - will the potatoe
crops yield enough to eat this year... perhaps enough to sell some so they
can buy other things like corn and rice?
they´re arguing with the visitors in the other room right now. it woulds
like it might have to do with helar´s baby. it could be the mother´s
parents. i think it´s time start thinking about how to give out these 200
condoms i have.
currently reading: Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins
8 October 2006
i´m on top of a very high mountain with two late-teenage chijnayan boys,
wilson and cesar. they are writing love poems for their enamoradas, both
of whom i happen to know... wilson´s enamorada is yuli, my guitar student,
and cesar´s is yesi, my younger "sister". enamorada ranges from crush to
girlfriend, but the parents can´t know. it´s a tricky game hey have to
play to find a love and life partner. these two have not done more than
talk and dance with their enamoradas, from what they say. they´re sitting
on rocks near me now, comparing poems. the parents can´t know about the
enamoradas or the girl´s parents will send them away. they basically can´t
mention anything unless they want to get married and have babies. they
both agreed to take my 200 condoms and distribute them among their friends
and themselves. they said that people over 18 use condoms but those under
18 don´t because they aren´t allowed to buy them. it´s not religious, they
say... just that the adults don´t want kids under 18 having sex. with
helar and his baby´s situation in mind, i feel quite justified in giving
away my condoms, for their protection.
i asked them how it all works with finding a wife, etc., and they said
that after time as enamoradas (in secret) they become novios (which
implies marriage and babies in the near future). helar and his girlfriend
were basically made husband and wife by default (the baby). it was the
baby´s mom and family who were over last night, discussing how to take
care of the little guy, baby in hand.
these 2 boys here on the mountain have told me they are not faithful. they
are always seeking other people. thus, condoms (preservativos) all the
better. they originally wanted me to give them to the girls, probably to
help give them ideas, but i said it would be a little awkward for me to
hand over a bunch of condoms to a 17 year old girl during a guitar lesson,
so they agreed to distribute. they are very happy to have them.
as i was looking for hugo to go into pukara i came upon a large group of
men finishing the roof on a house and another group right next door
finishing a "covertismo", animal shed, while a group of women cooked
dinner outside. they all came up to me to shake my hand and explain to me
what they´re doing and ask me if it is good. of course it´s good! it´s a
new house with a new roof to live under! i was hanging around for hugo to
finish working because we had a plan to go into town in the evening, but
of course things tend to linger. they had a ceremony for the finishing of
the covertismo, and they named a guest who had just recently arrived by
car as the padrino. he of course welcomed everyone there and have special
thanks to my presence. we then moved to the new roof of the house that was
completed at the same time. the owner, whose name i never learned, had
been paying close attention to me the whole time i was there, bringing me
a stool to sit on, asking me how everything was. well he named me the
padrino for the new roof of the house. in front of about 50 people i went
up, this time giving a little talk about how this roof would remain for a
hundred years through wind and rain, and thanking everyone for their
presence there together to build it. i then broke the champagne bottle
with a hammer. however, unlike when i was padrino at my house with
guillermo and family, thwn i smashed the champagne bottle with full force,
causing glass to go flying, this time i learned from the padrino of the
covertismo that i was simply supposed to give a strong tap on the bottle
so only the bottom broke and champagne would go shooting down. after this
ceremony i was led into a room lined with benches where i gathered with
all the men, and one woman (i don´t know who she was), to eat the dinner
that the wives were cooking outside whle the men were finishing their
work. while we were served two bowls of soup, and another bowl full of
corn, potatoes, and lamb, men in the room asked me questions, like "in
your country do you eat 3 servings? we peruvians can eat 3 bowls!" well i
didn´t really know how to answer that, except that when they were all
starting to pack up their 3rd bowl in to-go bags i commented... "so you
can´t eat the 3rd bowl!?" they laughed but then backed themselves up by
explaining it was for their wives and children who had to be fed too. well
i didn´t want to eat this whole dinner in the first place beause before i
left my house in the afternoon mama mercedes was already making a special
dinner for me with the chicken that they drove 45 minutes to buy simply
because i mentioned once that chicken was the meat i ate most at home. i
tried explaining to hugo that my family was making me dinner, but i didn´t
really have a choice to eat or not once i was named padrino. i was the
godfather of the new roof.
after passing and drinking beer, and attempting to open a bottle by using
another bottle for leverage and failing, hugo and i left the scene, where
by this time the men were pointing out one man sitting near me who had
brain or pschological trouble, who was supposedly going to fly back to the
states with me to be operated on so he would become normal. the villagers
really think gringos like me have the capacity to do anything. i can´t
even open the beer bottle like them.
as i followed the man who had offered to drive us into town (one of the
few with a car, who i was to pay for his services), to his house, he came
out with tapestries that his wife makes of the uro islands of lake
titicaca, implying that i should buy them or take them to the states with
me to sell. as i gave an excited look about the art but an uninterested
look about buying them, he put them away and told me we´ll talk more
tomorrow. we drove over to pick up hugo at his house, and his whole family
(wife and 2 daughters) jumped in the car eager to go to town. after an
important errand in town i received an email from the boss (dr. bolton)
about the 2 doctors coming to chijnaya tomorrow and what we needed to do
to prepare. we then made the drive back to the village. never before has a
5km drive been so exciting (terrible rocky dirt road at night). we came to
the house of the head of the health committee, with whom we had to relate
the news of the doctors. guillermo and mercedes appeared, flashlight in
hand, very worried, as they had been spending the last hour looking for
me. i of course felt very bad because they had made me a special dinner
and i never showed up, but i explained to them how i was sucked into the
whole other affair. they understood. but then i felt obligated to eat my
second dinner of chicken, veggies, and rice... which was delicious. what a
night!
9 October 2006
today i acted as pharmacy, director, and secretary at the health post. the
two doctors arrived with two nurses but no equipment apart from
stethoscopes and blood pressure whatchamacallits. i supplied the rest of
everything necessary in treating the 150ish people who came and signed up
with me to be treated... a light for looking in throats, cotton balls,
alcohol swabs, q-tips, and most importantly 1000 ibuprofen which was
prescribed to pretty much every other person. without it people would have
been left with a prescription and no pills- ibuprofen costs about 10x as
much here as at the costco back home. so i signed people up on "la lista"
and moved them along one by one to the nurses, who checked pulse, bp,
temp, etc. guillermo´s in one of the doctor rooms acting as a translater
between quechua and espanol. And as the patients came out of each of the
two doctor rooms they brought me their prescriptions, mostly for 10-18
ibuprofen pills, which i dispensed in plastic baggies. most other
medicines will have to be bought at the pharmacy in pukara. about 50ish
people were seen by the doctors today, and they´ll be coming back for two
more days. i will again act as pharmacy, director, and secretary for the
rest of the aching bodies who will be given enough medicine to last a
week, after which i´m sure their bodies will once again become painful
from their immense physical labor. but simply seeing a doctor is something
these folks haven´t been able to experience in a very long time, if ever.
they are all too poor to actually go and pay for a visit. many, after
receiving their 12 or 18 ibuprofen, comment, "thank you. this will make me
better." this positive attitude is what is most important.
10 October 2006
the women all lined up for the female doctor, and the men the male doctor.
and i dispensed many an ibuprofen, as well as some other medicines that
the boss and assisant david picked up from the pharmacy last night. at the
end of the day we walked over to a group finishing a covertismo, animal
shed, and the boss, dr. bolton, was named the padrino. he and the doctors
were going to immediately take off but were given plates of food. i as
well. however, i was also sucked into sitting under the new rood with the
rest of the men to continue the cervesa passing, along with 2 more plates
of food. i am becoming used to these customs, and i felt quite comfortable
this time being the center of attention during dinner... with the others
whispering to each other things like, "he likes to climb the mountains
around town" and "he doesn´t play soccer but he skis down mountains." this
time, after the final dish, i was given a handful of coca leaves (they
were dropped into my hat), which i stuck in my cheek to suck out the
juice. while doing this i was handed a shot of tequile-like alcohol (it
was really pretty nasty), as well as the usual beer. "mister, mister" one
old man began, "how much water do we need to drink for every kilometer we
walk in the sun?" "i don´t know" i replid... "you need to find a river."
Another man asked my shoe size and commented that they all wear Goodyear
(sandals from used tires) and asked for a translation of Goodyear. they
were happy. anything good is great to them. well my second dinner is on
the way. i need to prepare.
in other news, the doctor´s shirt, under is white coat, read "pimp at
work." he didn´t know what it meant.
it´s a done deal... i just made the transaction. the 200 condoms are off
to find new... homes.
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Thursday, October 05, 2006
family
3 October 2006
Mama mercedes was telling me last night in the kitchen that she is 47 years old, Guillermo one year older, Yoni is 23, Helar 20, and Yesi 17, although she's not living here during school.
i taught my first english class today. scheduled for 3; people trickled in with enough for a class around 4. i decided it would be better to have class while climbing mountains and exploring the nearby rivers and rocks. all the students agreed. we kept the class today indoors for an introduction, and it went well. they all (most late teenagers) were all excited about keeping the class going after i said it was enough for the day. we went really fast through words and phrases that i pulled from who knows where and i doubt they're going to remember much, but we'll go over everything again tomorrow. and soon, sunday probably, we'll have class while on a trek in the mountains. i had a good time teaching. i actually felt like i was helping these people in some way finally. i had a lot of energy and so did they.
guillermo just drove home incredibly drunk. yoni and helar were not happy about that, and i'm sure they were a bit embarrassed. we were leaving the kitchen from eating dinner and playing cards, on our way back to our rooms, when he drove up. he got out of the car and asked me if i had a question. i said no and good night and he wandered up to his room yelling, i don't know if directly at mama mercedes or not. i came into my room to play guitar and now i'm in my sleeping bag... can hear him faintly... my name came up once or twice.
i've started eating some of my meals with the family in the kitchen. it's a little smokey in there but much nicer than to be alone in my room. i thought they had wanted family time, bringing my meals to me in my room, but i think they just thought i'd be more comfortable in here, with a table to put the bowl of soup on. in the kitchen we all just hold the bowl or set it on our knees.
they're always trying to serve me in any way they can. i wouldn't blame guillermo if he's frustrated. i wouldn't feel great if i felt like i had to cater my life in my home around a rich american tourist. i really don't want them to change anything for me. they always serve me the best piece of meat. i can see mama mercedes eyeing them as she brings them out of the pot. they're always asking me if everything is how i like it. but playing cards with helar and yoni in the kitchen after dinner was great fun. helar said i speak castellano (as they call spanish) very well and that i can be a translater/guide with him for tourists, and we can travel all around peru, and eat well. i really don't blame him for wanting a little more variation in the dining experience.
after i saw guillermo come home really drunk it dawned on me how hard life really is for them. they barely get by with enough money for food, and to keep their animals healthy. they don't have access to anything outside the local community (including any sort of medicine whatsoever), and they may never. while this keeps the tradition alive, it allows for little growth and education, and perspective. i feel that with my opportunities i have a perspective that they will never be able to obtain. maybe this is why they may feel self-conscious around me.
Mama mercedes was telling me last night in the kitchen that she is 47 years old, Guillermo one year older, Yoni is 23, Helar 20, and Yesi 17, although she's not living here during school.
i taught my first english class today. scheduled for 3; people trickled in with enough for a class around 4. i decided it would be better to have class while climbing mountains and exploring the nearby rivers and rocks. all the students agreed. we kept the class today indoors for an introduction, and it went well. they all (most late teenagers) were all excited about keeping the class going after i said it was enough for the day. we went really fast through words and phrases that i pulled from who knows where and i doubt they're going to remember much, but we'll go over everything again tomorrow. and soon, sunday probably, we'll have class while on a trek in the mountains. i had a good time teaching. i actually felt like i was helping these people in some way finally. i had a lot of energy and so did they.
guillermo just drove home incredibly drunk. yoni and helar were not happy about that, and i'm sure they were a bit embarrassed. we were leaving the kitchen from eating dinner and playing cards, on our way back to our rooms, when he drove up. he got out of the car and asked me if i had a question. i said no and good night and he wandered up to his room yelling, i don't know if directly at mama mercedes or not. i came into my room to play guitar and now i'm in my sleeping bag... can hear him faintly... my name came up once or twice.
i've started eating some of my meals with the family in the kitchen. it's a little smokey in there but much nicer than to be alone in my room. i thought they had wanted family time, bringing my meals to me in my room, but i think they just thought i'd be more comfortable in here, with a table to put the bowl of soup on. in the kitchen we all just hold the bowl or set it on our knees.
they're always trying to serve me in any way they can. i wouldn't blame guillermo if he's frustrated. i wouldn't feel great if i felt like i had to cater my life in my home around a rich american tourist. i really don't want them to change anything for me. they always serve me the best piece of meat. i can see mama mercedes eyeing them as she brings them out of the pot. they're always asking me if everything is how i like it. but playing cards with helar and yoni in the kitchen after dinner was great fun. helar said i speak castellano (as they call spanish) very well and that i can be a translater/guide with him for tourists, and we can travel all around peru, and eat well. i really don't blame him for wanting a little more variation in the dining experience.
after i saw guillermo come home really drunk it dawned on me how hard life really is for them. they barely get by with enough money for food, and to keep their animals healthy. they don't have access to anything outside the local community (including any sort of medicine whatsoever), and they may never. while this keeps the tradition alive, it allows for little growth and education, and perspective. i feel that with my opportunities i have a perspective that they will never be able to obtain. maybe this is why they may feel self-conscious around me.
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Tuesday, October 03, 2006
cow shit
28 September 2006
I´m sitting in the combi-van waiting to leave Pukara. I decided to come
check out the weekly market that many of the villagers go to in order to
buy their household food items – potatoes, bananas, beans, coca leaves,
lots of bread (sold as single pieces)… lots of people hanging around the
sidewalk. The combi-van is really more of a rasta-van. It has rasta
stickers all around the windows with palm trees. Oh, we´re leaving… 5km
dirt road.
Every day I sit and stare in awe at the beauty of this community. Everyone
really seems to keep to themselves but at the same time they all know each
other, and what´s up in the village. I tried the cheese from the queseria.
It was delicious, salty, and very squeaky in the teeth.
29 September 2006
I just helped unload a bunch of cow shit from the back of the car. It will
be stored in the kitchen and used as fuel for the stove.
Earlier today I helped Hugo hack away at the outside of his kitchen in
order to add a new door. Pretty much all the buildings are made of
mud/adobe and have to be renovated annually. I think this brings the
people together.
30 September 2006
I celebrated Shabbat today by resting, reading… it really didn´t change
much of how I shaped my day.
I just got back late (8pm) from using the computer and mama Mercedes was
so nice she stayed up to bring me my dinner (soup with hunk of meat).
Helar and Yoni were already in bed. I love this schedule.
Helar spent the day at mama´s other house, where relatives live at the
base of a mountain not too far away, making adobe (to use to make
buildings).
I´ve made sort of a daily ritual of climbing nearby mountains to perch on
rocks and read for hours. Today I went slightly farther and higher than
usual. The scene was stunning – amazing views of nearby field-filled
valleys, rock formations, the village, other mountains reaching up to the
crisp sky…
After a few hours, as I came into the village, I was told almost everyone
had gone to Pukara. Chijnaya really didn´t seem different with almost
everyone gone. I don´t normally see too many people out and about. Mostly
the people tend to their animals, either in their yards or out in the
fields or down by the river. So it turns out everyone had gone to the
police station in Pukara because they had captured a suspect who had
supposedly tried to break into a building in Chijnaya to steal the
computers. Chijnaya really sticks together. It´s a strong community, and
they all went to check out the suspect. It turned out that it was just a
boy who came to chijnaya at night to meet his girlfriend. I guess they
have yet to find who tried to steal the computers (I think 3 people were
seen snooping around at night trying to break in).
On Saturdays the chijnaya queseria transforms and makes a big batch of
yogurt. So I went today and tried it – delicious. So fresh and tasty
(people bring their fresh milk in daily).
I gave my first prescription yesterday. An old man stopped me on the
street in the village (there are 3 streets) and asked me to help sort his
medicine out. I think he has a pretty bad case of arthritis. So he brought
over some bottles of pills that were donated by an American couple who
came to visit last week, but he had no idea what to do with these pills.
So I laid it all out for him. Hopefully he understood and will take the
right things at the right times.
Also, I found out today that practically everyone in the village has bad
eyesight, but no one has enough money to buy glasses. Helar even has his
prescription but no glasses.
Time to sleep to the distant sounds of dogs barking and donkeys making
high-pitched, whining, see-saw like cries into the night. The morning will
bring the fresh songs of roosters.
Currently reading: Secrets of the Talking Jaguar by Martín Prechtel
2 October 2006
I am soon ending my Yom Kippur fast. It has been mighty
delightful/thoughtful/delirious! I spent most of the day perched on a
short mountaintop, reading.
Yesterday on the way to a meeting at the cheese factory I see two guys
very drunk, drinking cervesa. This is about 6:55am. As i´m waiting at the
queseria for the workers to come to have the meeting (they didn´t show up
until 8, meeting scheduled for 7; meeting lasted 5 minutes) I see the two
drunk guys push start a motorcycle on the dirt/gravel road and ride by me
yelling back something incomprehensible. Later in the day I come home to
find out mama Mercedes´ brother was in a motorcycle accident and is now in
a nearby hospital. It´s not entirely severe but he´s in the hospital for a
week. At first when mama M was telling me about the accident I didn´t
realize it was her brother and started saying how very drunk the guys were
and how I thought maybe it wasn´t the best idea to ride a motorcycle at
7am while sloshed. Then she mentioned that it was her brother in the
hospital, and I felt bad. Yoni went to see him today – getting better
little by little.
As far as the meeting at the queseria… the 3 workers I talked to seemed to
think it would be fine to sell cheese in the nearby town square, but this
morning at 6:30am I get a knock on my door, it´s Guillermo (father) saying
to get up, there´s someone here to see me. I go outside in my long
underwear and furry slippers to find the president of the queseria telling
me I can´t start selling cheese in Pukara because they need all the cheese
they have to sell to their wholesaler because they have a year long
contract with him and they´re not producing much this time of year due to
the shortage of milk that the cows are producing, and they don´t want to
lose business/their deal with this wholesaler due to a shortage of cheese
(from me selling some on the side – for potentially much more money than
they´re getting from the wholesaler = S/8.50 = about $2.50 per kilo).
The sun is setting. I think I might eat soon. Yoni, for some reason, finds
it hysterical that i´m sloshing around from lack of food and that I refuse
to eat of drink until it truly gets dark. I think mama´s cooking me up
some mate de carnela (cinnamon tea). The first taste is going to be
ecstatic.
I just found out today that brother Helar (20 years old) has a baby and a
soon to be wife! She´s still in school. The family didn´t know about the
baby until a few months ago when Helar came home from school. Mama´s
worried about how they´re going to handle it. I think Helar´s strung up
about it too, but he doesn´t talk about it.
It´s massively hailing right now. They predicted it from the way the
lightning flashed so brilliantly in the distance.
Currently reading: Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey
I´m sitting in the combi-van waiting to leave Pukara. I decided to come
check out the weekly market that many of the villagers go to in order to
buy their household food items – potatoes, bananas, beans, coca leaves,
lots of bread (sold as single pieces)… lots of people hanging around the
sidewalk. The combi-van is really more of a rasta-van. It has rasta
stickers all around the windows with palm trees. Oh, we´re leaving… 5km
dirt road.
Every day I sit and stare in awe at the beauty of this community. Everyone
really seems to keep to themselves but at the same time they all know each
other, and what´s up in the village. I tried the cheese from the queseria.
It was delicious, salty, and very squeaky in the teeth.
29 September 2006
I just helped unload a bunch of cow shit from the back of the car. It will
be stored in the kitchen and used as fuel for the stove.
Earlier today I helped Hugo hack away at the outside of his kitchen in
order to add a new door. Pretty much all the buildings are made of
mud/adobe and have to be renovated annually. I think this brings the
people together.
30 September 2006
I celebrated Shabbat today by resting, reading… it really didn´t change
much of how I shaped my day.
I just got back late (8pm) from using the computer and mama Mercedes was
so nice she stayed up to bring me my dinner (soup with hunk of meat).
Helar and Yoni were already in bed. I love this schedule.
Helar spent the day at mama´s other house, where relatives live at the
base of a mountain not too far away, making adobe (to use to make
buildings).
I´ve made sort of a daily ritual of climbing nearby mountains to perch on
rocks and read for hours. Today I went slightly farther and higher than
usual. The scene was stunning – amazing views of nearby field-filled
valleys, rock formations, the village, other mountains reaching up to the
crisp sky…
After a few hours, as I came into the village, I was told almost everyone
had gone to Pukara. Chijnaya really didn´t seem different with almost
everyone gone. I don´t normally see too many people out and about. Mostly
the people tend to their animals, either in their yards or out in the
fields or down by the river. So it turns out everyone had gone to the
police station in Pukara because they had captured a suspect who had
supposedly tried to break into a building in Chijnaya to steal the
computers. Chijnaya really sticks together. It´s a strong community, and
they all went to check out the suspect. It turned out that it was just a
boy who came to chijnaya at night to meet his girlfriend. I guess they
have yet to find who tried to steal the computers (I think 3 people were
seen snooping around at night trying to break in).
On Saturdays the chijnaya queseria transforms and makes a big batch of
yogurt. So I went today and tried it – delicious. So fresh and tasty
(people bring their fresh milk in daily).
I gave my first prescription yesterday. An old man stopped me on the
street in the village (there are 3 streets) and asked me to help sort his
medicine out. I think he has a pretty bad case of arthritis. So he brought
over some bottles of pills that were donated by an American couple who
came to visit last week, but he had no idea what to do with these pills.
So I laid it all out for him. Hopefully he understood and will take the
right things at the right times.
Also, I found out today that practically everyone in the village has bad
eyesight, but no one has enough money to buy glasses. Helar even has his
prescription but no glasses.
Time to sleep to the distant sounds of dogs barking and donkeys making
high-pitched, whining, see-saw like cries into the night. The morning will
bring the fresh songs of roosters.
Currently reading: Secrets of the Talking Jaguar by Martín Prechtel
2 October 2006
I am soon ending my Yom Kippur fast. It has been mighty
delightful/thoughtful/delirious! I spent most of the day perched on a
short mountaintop, reading.
Yesterday on the way to a meeting at the cheese factory I see two guys
very drunk, drinking cervesa. This is about 6:55am. As i´m waiting at the
queseria for the workers to come to have the meeting (they didn´t show up
until 8, meeting scheduled for 7; meeting lasted 5 minutes) I see the two
drunk guys push start a motorcycle on the dirt/gravel road and ride by me
yelling back something incomprehensible. Later in the day I come home to
find out mama Mercedes´ brother was in a motorcycle accident and is now in
a nearby hospital. It´s not entirely severe but he´s in the hospital for a
week. At first when mama M was telling me about the accident I didn´t
realize it was her brother and started saying how very drunk the guys were
and how I thought maybe it wasn´t the best idea to ride a motorcycle at
7am while sloshed. Then she mentioned that it was her brother in the
hospital, and I felt bad. Yoni went to see him today – getting better
little by little.
As far as the meeting at the queseria… the 3 workers I talked to seemed to
think it would be fine to sell cheese in the nearby town square, but this
morning at 6:30am I get a knock on my door, it´s Guillermo (father) saying
to get up, there´s someone here to see me. I go outside in my long
underwear and furry slippers to find the president of the queseria telling
me I can´t start selling cheese in Pukara because they need all the cheese
they have to sell to their wholesaler because they have a year long
contract with him and they´re not producing much this time of year due to
the shortage of milk that the cows are producing, and they don´t want to
lose business/their deal with this wholesaler due to a shortage of cheese
(from me selling some on the side – for potentially much more money than
they´re getting from the wholesaler = S/8.50 = about $2.50 per kilo).
The sun is setting. I think I might eat soon. Yoni, for some reason, finds
it hysterical that i´m sloshing around from lack of food and that I refuse
to eat of drink until it truly gets dark. I think mama´s cooking me up
some mate de carnela (cinnamon tea). The first taste is going to be
ecstatic.
I just found out today that brother Helar (20 years old) has a baby and a
soon to be wife! She´s still in school. The family didn´t know about the
baby until a few months ago when Helar came home from school. Mama´s
worried about how they´re going to handle it. I think Helar´s strung up
about it too, but he doesn´t talk about it.
It´s massively hailing right now. They predicted it from the way the
lightning flashed so brilliantly in the distance.
Currently reading: Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey
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Thursday, September 28, 2006
people
27 September 2006
this morning I went looking for hugo to discuss the English testing.
Someone in town told me he was working at the cheese factory this week
(they rotate weekly, communally) so I decided to pay him a visit on the
job – a good excuse to see the queseria for the first time. People from
the village were bringing in their buckets of fresh milk, some walking and
others by bike. Hugo said we could test tomorrow, but I know it´s not
going to happen until at least Friday, at the earliest. I also brought up
the idea to all the cheese factory workers of starting a cheese stand to
sell chijnayan cheese in pukara´s nearby town square to tourists to make
more money. They all seemed very positive about the idea and told me to
come back at 2 to discuss having a meeting. Until then I climbed a nearby
hill, got a nice view of chijnaya and a neighbor valley, and spend some
time up there reading. Of course, at 2 I show up at the queseria and no
one´s there. I wait maybe a half hour and then return to my rock on the
hill to continue my book. I mean honestly i´d be perfectly happy here just
going up on the mountains and reading every day.
When I came back home I found a group of people working on the animal shed
at the house, which will provide shelter for the cows to keep them
healthier, and hopefully produce more milk. The group of men work on the
roof while a gathering of women, including mama Mercedes, are cooking
dinner outside. As they finish the roof, Guillermo (father) announces that
I will be the honorary Padrino for the ceremony of the completion of the
roof. Guillermo sets the scene, officially welcoming everyone present and
names me the Padrino. On cue I break a hanging bottle of champagne with a
hammer. And the rounds of beer passing begin. They call me to get my
guitar and entertain them, so I stumbled through a few tunes, including a
great rendition of House of the Rising Sun with all of them clapping
along. With the cold of the night we moved the party indoors into the
gathering room with jesus in it. Dinner is served, special this time: two
courses. First is the normal soup with hunk of meat, and second comes
Incan corn from cusco, a really meaty and delicious hunk of lamb, potatoes
to peel, and a little salad (which I can´t eat because of the water).
During dinner the passing of the cervesa continues, and after dinner mama
Mercedes passed around coca leaves for people to stick in their mouths and
suck out the juice. It´s tasty. Some of us got up to dance (music was
playing from upstairs – through the floor), helar taught me some Peruvian
dance moves, and then they decided to bring down the tv and dvd player
(which seems very out of place here) and they played this really strange
video of different Peruvian singers with various shots all around peru.
They were really excited about it. I found it intriguing and very odd that
they´d sit around watching this.
26 September 2006
This morning, Ralph, david, and Eugene arrived from puno to begin our
meeting with all the Chijnayan committee heads. The heads lurked out to
the meeting room from their homes. The committees consist of
agriculture/dairy, health, internet, tourism (which i´m directl affiliated
with), maybe more. The meeting lasted hours, during which the various
spokesmen argued with each other about bovine insemination technique and
the restriction of computer access. I also set times for my classes: 3
hours a day of English and computer classes. I still don´t really know if
i´m starting the English testing with hugo tomorrow. That´s how it is
around here. After the meeting a few of us ate lunch (bowl of soup with
hunk of meat, this time also with quinoa) in the communal store, which
sells everyday items, and apparently serves food (it´s run inside
someone´s house, and there a couple other stores in the village run out of
homes, one with a solar-powered satellite-connected phone).
Later in the day I taught helar some chords on the guitar, and for dinner
ate soup (with chunk of meat=freshly slaughtered lamb right outside my
door this morning) and tortillas, which are basically fried bread. After
dinner, yoni, helar, and I ventured in the rain to use the internet, which
is open for the community (3 other computers not in the school) from about
5ish to 8-9ish. I let yoni and helar go ahead first (it´s a competition to
use the computers… swarms of kids come and gather around, watching really
bad music video things or chatting with friends), and they chatted with
friends (both at the same time on the same computer) who they know from
high school, who were currently in other cities quasi-nearby. I think yesi
(yesenia), the other sister in the family, stays away during the week in
another town for high school. I think helar and yoni already went through
that. They´re both studying to become school teachers, like their dad.
So after watching this chatting online for a while, the internet
connection suddenly cut out for the night. We walked home, them trying to
teach me phrases in Quechua, which they admit is as difficult a language
as Japonese. So here I am, in my sleeping bag, quite unsure about what
will happen tomorrow. I need to talk to the cheese-men about selling
cheese. More on that later.
25 September 2006
it´s raining outside and i´m writing by candlelight at my desk since the
light in my room is at the other end, by the bed. Candlelight is much
better anyway. I just came back from driving into town with my host dad
and sister, Guillermo and Yoni. Yoni wanted to go into town (Pukara) for a
meeting for people working for some local political cause or candidate (I
got lost in the Spanish) and I decided to go with to use the internet in
town since the internet hasn´t been open yet in the village since i´ve
been here. Guillermo´s a teacher at the school in Pukara so he was
recognized by the kids around town. Yoni´s meeting was cancelled because
not enough people showed up (I have a feeling this happens quite often
around here), so I said we should just go back and i´d use the internet
tomorrow in chijnaya, but they insisted on taking me to the internet place
where they stood behind me watching the whole time (a common practice
here). On the way there to pukara we dropped off mama Mercedes and brother
helar to tend the cows (I think they collected the dung, to use as fuel in
the kitchen). On the way back from town mama jumped in the car and helar
walked the cows back home. Right after we got home it started raining.
Earlier today I washed my hair for the first time, using a shallow bucket.
I then went over to Hugo´s house (he´s the head of the tourism committee
in the village, and he´s super nice). I had wanted to use a computer in
the village (I need to stay in touch with Ralph the professor who´s
staying in puno a couple hours away). Well we had also scheduled the fist
English testing for today, but hugo had gone to another town, Pukarayllo
so the incredibly nice mama of the house sent her two little daughters
with me in search of the man who holds the key to the computer room at the
school. We talked to him and then waited probably a half hour at the
school, when he rode up on his motorcycle sorry to say that the key is not
here. The person who has it lives in pukara, or is in pukara.. so I spend
most of the day reading outside. I loved how the two little girls could
happily entertain themselves fir that long with only a bouncy ball and a
bunch of pebbles.
Later I stopped an old man and talked with him for a while – he´s very
happy living here and he says it´s much better than their old land by the
lake (Titicaca) where it would flood every year. He taught me the word in
Quechua for “Hi” but I have since forgotten it. Quechua es muy dificil! I
know and can use only 3 words thus far: yes, no, and thank you; ahree,
mana, ahreepune (transliterations).
After reading for a while longer I came inside for a rest, when suddenly
Helar burst in ready for a game of chess. He´s been very nice lately. But
I do feel bad when i´m around him… he has this look in his eyes of envy,
or something. But we had a great game of chess, after which Yoni joined
us. We hung out in my room for a while, I taught helar some guitar, yoni
found my notebook with a picture of dogs on it to be insanely funny due to
the disproportionably large sizes of the dogs´ heads.
Just now, while writing this, blood started pouring out of my right
nostril. I´m going to tend to that like the Chijnayans tend to their
vacas.
I forgot: also in pukara Guillermo showed me around the archaeological
museum, filled with stone artifacts from around the Inca age from the old
city of Pukara. There were many statues of the creator, I forget his name,
holding the head he chopped off of a man before creating the world (though
I think I probably got the translation wrong somewhere in there).
24 September 2006
my sister yoni doesn´t know what mcdonald´s is! that makes me very happy.
i just went out to pee and my host mom´s cousin was outside with his
little son on his way out. he grabbed my arm, drunk, and sort of in a
roundabout way asked me to go get drunbk on cervesa with him. as i was
beginning to say "no thanks i´m going to sleep" mama mercedes opens her
window from above, leans out, and says (in spanish) "primo, go away and
leave him alone" and then turns to me and says "go to sleep", and then
proceeds to watch me try to break free of her primo´s sloshy
handshake/signal for drinking beer. as i break free i walk back to my room
and notice my lock is missing from the door to my room - instantly i
become worried that someone in the village is after my stuff (since
theý´re all desperately poor i wouldn´t really have minded all that much),
but it turns out that my sister yoni simply moved it from the door to the
windowsill on her way back to her room from the party that is still
blasting music VERY loudly next door. for 1/3 of the village being
adventistas who don´t even go to parties, let alonoe drink or dance,
there´s a huge tolerance for this music that is dominating the airwaves
throughout the village late into the night (although this should be the
last night for a while since the birthday celebrations are ending). and i
think i have my first day on the job tomorrow - testing students in
english for placement in classes. i´m un poco nervioso... i have no idea
how to teach english.
it´s really difficult trying to keep my energy up to show how much i
appreciate and am interested in everyuthing. especially when i don´t have
full command over spanish.
today was mama mercedes´ birthday, and a bunch of her family drove here
from hours away. we spent most of the time sitting on benches at the house
together chatting (me not understanding much, them being incredibly
interested in american prices, the guitar i have here, and pictures of my
family, friends, and santa cruz (california, not bolivia). we ate lunch
(finger-peeled potatoes and a piece of lamb - no one washes their hands
first). oh, and during the whole day the ritual of drinking a cup of
cervesa and passing continues (this really saves a lot of cups). i haven´t
been partaking due to my on-going sickness (except when they keep the beer
there in my face and won´t move it until i have at least a small cup´s
worth).
later in the day I went to the bull fighting event, which involves
traditional dances, a band full of horns (repeating the same things over
and over), and what seemed like mock-bullfighters/jokesters hissing the
weak, thin bulls to come chase and run into them, at which the crowd
always went wild. I walked back with yoni and helped her and her sister
yesi (yesenia) bring in the cows and sheep from grazing into the yard at
the house. my family has 10 cows, 2 calfs, about 6 sheep, 2 oinkers, and a
dog named chucky who can be a ferocious little beast. i´ve had good luck
with him so far. Animals---food.
I told them i´d eat anything but the pigs. Luckily their meat stock right
now is lamb (it´s incredibly fresh and delicious). So far, breakfast=soup
with noodles, potatoes, meat and bone. Also hot, delicious tea (either
chamomile or cinnamon and clove). Lunch=potatoes to peel with my fingers,
hunk of meat; or soup with potatoes and meat. Dinner= fried eggs and
either bread or rice, same tea. Right outside my door they have a little
chamomile (manzanilla) bush they use for the tea.
My family was very generous and gave me a big room for myself. Originally
they were going to have both me and their son, helar, who´s 20, share the
space. He´s being nice and moving in with his sisters. So there´s a
2-story building made of cement- the downstairs is one room with jesus in
it. Upstairs sleep the parents. Apart from that are 2 separate rooms;
one´s mine for noe and the other´s shared by the 2 sisters and 1 brother.
Around the corner is the kitchen, and to the side of the big building is
the squat toilet with bucket to pour water post-business, also there is
the 1 water source of the house, which puts out water only at certain
hours of the day (sometime in the morning, and sometime in the afternoon).
The rest of the square-ish lot is devoted to the animals, who are tied up
each evening. Jesus…-- they´re catholic. I´ve told them i´m Judio which
brought some strange looks. I explained about the old and new parts to
their bible, and i´m glad they agreed jesus himself was jewish. Some
things can be explained with the help of referring to the adventistas in
the village (observing Shabbat, not eating pork-although the Adventists
don´t eat pork because to them jesus turned some of their brothers into
pigs, and they don´t want to eat any of their brothers). I don´t want to
rely on the adventistas too much because they don´t go to the fiestas,
dance, or drink, all of which are quite traditionally jewish (although not
to this horribly repetitive loud music they´re still blasting next door.
It sounds like a mix of synthesized mariachi music and some old drunk guy
yelling into the microphone non-stop, which is what I think is actually
going on. Occasionally (like every 20 minutes) there are pauses and I hope
the party has ended, at which point that drunk announcer guy comes on the
microphone full blast, sounding like he´s trying to rile people up. I may
have to soon sport my silicone earplugs, like last night. Tomorrow i´ve
got to test these hungover folks´english.
Woh, that was strange. So I put in my ear plugs, went out for one last
pee, and turned my light off to go to sleep. Minutes later while i´m
thinking about whether or not i´m comfortable here as the only gringo in a
village of hundreds, I hear a faint bang on my door. “un momento” I say in
confusion, tearing out my earplugs. Helar, who yesterday while drunk
started saying things like “you know much more than I do” (which confused
me), appeared in my doorway. Just now he came into my room, drunk, and sat
down on my bed with me. He said something like “we Peruvians only get
drunk once in a while” (I don´t really mind how often he gets drunk). He
then looked around the room, pointed out my stuff, and laughed, saying
“you brought everything” (I have a bunch of medicines and wet-wipes and
clothes all laid out on the floor on top of my tent´s ground pad). I
didn´t have anything to say. He then started to say “I want you to give me
5 soles (about $1.50). Right then mama Mercedes knocked on the door (helar
had locked it behind him as he entered) and started angrily telling him to
get his ass out of there (not using foul language), and then she looked at
me, told me to not talk to anyone or open the door for anyone, and to go
to sleep. I´m glad i´m not sharing this room with him, sad as that is. And
i´m glad I had my earplugs in to begin with. It made the event that much
more surreal.
Earlier this evening I was telling yoni how I thought the US needs
chijnayans to come teach them (us) how to live.
this morning I went looking for hugo to discuss the English testing.
Someone in town told me he was working at the cheese factory this week
(they rotate weekly, communally) so I decided to pay him a visit on the
job – a good excuse to see the queseria for the first time. People from
the village were bringing in their buckets of fresh milk, some walking and
others by bike. Hugo said we could test tomorrow, but I know it´s not
going to happen until at least Friday, at the earliest. I also brought up
the idea to all the cheese factory workers of starting a cheese stand to
sell chijnayan cheese in pukara´s nearby town square to tourists to make
more money. They all seemed very positive about the idea and told me to
come back at 2 to discuss having a meeting. Until then I climbed a nearby
hill, got a nice view of chijnaya and a neighbor valley, and spend some
time up there reading. Of course, at 2 I show up at the queseria and no
one´s there. I wait maybe a half hour and then return to my rock on the
hill to continue my book. I mean honestly i´d be perfectly happy here just
going up on the mountains and reading every day.
When I came back home I found a group of people working on the animal shed
at the house, which will provide shelter for the cows to keep them
healthier, and hopefully produce more milk. The group of men work on the
roof while a gathering of women, including mama Mercedes, are cooking
dinner outside. As they finish the roof, Guillermo (father) announces that
I will be the honorary Padrino for the ceremony of the completion of the
roof. Guillermo sets the scene, officially welcoming everyone present and
names me the Padrino. On cue I break a hanging bottle of champagne with a
hammer. And the rounds of beer passing begin. They call me to get my
guitar and entertain them, so I stumbled through a few tunes, including a
great rendition of House of the Rising Sun with all of them clapping
along. With the cold of the night we moved the party indoors into the
gathering room with jesus in it. Dinner is served, special this time: two
courses. First is the normal soup with hunk of meat, and second comes
Incan corn from cusco, a really meaty and delicious hunk of lamb, potatoes
to peel, and a little salad (which I can´t eat because of the water).
During dinner the passing of the cervesa continues, and after dinner mama
Mercedes passed around coca leaves for people to stick in their mouths and
suck out the juice. It´s tasty. Some of us got up to dance (music was
playing from upstairs – through the floor), helar taught me some Peruvian
dance moves, and then they decided to bring down the tv and dvd player
(which seems very out of place here) and they played this really strange
video of different Peruvian singers with various shots all around peru.
They were really excited about it. I found it intriguing and very odd that
they´d sit around watching this.
26 September 2006
This morning, Ralph, david, and Eugene arrived from puno to begin our
meeting with all the Chijnayan committee heads. The heads lurked out to
the meeting room from their homes. The committees consist of
agriculture/dairy, health, internet, tourism (which i´m directl affiliated
with), maybe more. The meeting lasted hours, during which the various
spokesmen argued with each other about bovine insemination technique and
the restriction of computer access. I also set times for my classes: 3
hours a day of English and computer classes. I still don´t really know if
i´m starting the English testing with hugo tomorrow. That´s how it is
around here. After the meeting a few of us ate lunch (bowl of soup with
hunk of meat, this time also with quinoa) in the communal store, which
sells everyday items, and apparently serves food (it´s run inside
someone´s house, and there a couple other stores in the village run out of
homes, one with a solar-powered satellite-connected phone).
Later in the day I taught helar some chords on the guitar, and for dinner
ate soup (with chunk of meat=freshly slaughtered lamb right outside my
door this morning) and tortillas, which are basically fried bread. After
dinner, yoni, helar, and I ventured in the rain to use the internet, which
is open for the community (3 other computers not in the school) from about
5ish to 8-9ish. I let yoni and helar go ahead first (it´s a competition to
use the computers… swarms of kids come and gather around, watching really
bad music video things or chatting with friends), and they chatted with
friends (both at the same time on the same computer) who they know from
high school, who were currently in other cities quasi-nearby. I think yesi
(yesenia), the other sister in the family, stays away during the week in
another town for high school. I think helar and yoni already went through
that. They´re both studying to become school teachers, like their dad.
So after watching this chatting online for a while, the internet
connection suddenly cut out for the night. We walked home, them trying to
teach me phrases in Quechua, which they admit is as difficult a language
as Japonese. So here I am, in my sleeping bag, quite unsure about what
will happen tomorrow. I need to talk to the cheese-men about selling
cheese. More on that later.
25 September 2006
it´s raining outside and i´m writing by candlelight at my desk since the
light in my room is at the other end, by the bed. Candlelight is much
better anyway. I just came back from driving into town with my host dad
and sister, Guillermo and Yoni. Yoni wanted to go into town (Pukara) for a
meeting for people working for some local political cause or candidate (I
got lost in the Spanish) and I decided to go with to use the internet in
town since the internet hasn´t been open yet in the village since i´ve
been here. Guillermo´s a teacher at the school in Pukara so he was
recognized by the kids around town. Yoni´s meeting was cancelled because
not enough people showed up (I have a feeling this happens quite often
around here), so I said we should just go back and i´d use the internet
tomorrow in chijnaya, but they insisted on taking me to the internet place
where they stood behind me watching the whole time (a common practice
here). On the way there to pukara we dropped off mama Mercedes and brother
helar to tend the cows (I think they collected the dung, to use as fuel in
the kitchen). On the way back from town mama jumped in the car and helar
walked the cows back home. Right after we got home it started raining.
Earlier today I washed my hair for the first time, using a shallow bucket.
I then went over to Hugo´s house (he´s the head of the tourism committee
in the village, and he´s super nice). I had wanted to use a computer in
the village (I need to stay in touch with Ralph the professor who´s
staying in puno a couple hours away). Well we had also scheduled the fist
English testing for today, but hugo had gone to another town, Pukarayllo
so the incredibly nice mama of the house sent her two little daughters
with me in search of the man who holds the key to the computer room at the
school. We talked to him and then waited probably a half hour at the
school, when he rode up on his motorcycle sorry to say that the key is not
here. The person who has it lives in pukara, or is in pukara.. so I spend
most of the day reading outside. I loved how the two little girls could
happily entertain themselves fir that long with only a bouncy ball and a
bunch of pebbles.
Later I stopped an old man and talked with him for a while – he´s very
happy living here and he says it´s much better than their old land by the
lake (Titicaca) where it would flood every year. He taught me the word in
Quechua for “Hi” but I have since forgotten it. Quechua es muy dificil! I
know and can use only 3 words thus far: yes, no, and thank you; ahree,
mana, ahreepune (transliterations).
After reading for a while longer I came inside for a rest, when suddenly
Helar burst in ready for a game of chess. He´s been very nice lately. But
I do feel bad when i´m around him… he has this look in his eyes of envy,
or something. But we had a great game of chess, after which Yoni joined
us. We hung out in my room for a while, I taught helar some guitar, yoni
found my notebook with a picture of dogs on it to be insanely funny due to
the disproportionably large sizes of the dogs´ heads.
Just now, while writing this, blood started pouring out of my right
nostril. I´m going to tend to that like the Chijnayans tend to their
vacas.
I forgot: also in pukara Guillermo showed me around the archaeological
museum, filled with stone artifacts from around the Inca age from the old
city of Pukara. There were many statues of the creator, I forget his name,
holding the head he chopped off of a man before creating the world (though
I think I probably got the translation wrong somewhere in there).
24 September 2006
my sister yoni doesn´t know what mcdonald´s is! that makes me very happy.
i just went out to pee and my host mom´s cousin was outside with his
little son on his way out. he grabbed my arm, drunk, and sort of in a
roundabout way asked me to go get drunbk on cervesa with him. as i was
beginning to say "no thanks i´m going to sleep" mama mercedes opens her
window from above, leans out, and says (in spanish) "primo, go away and
leave him alone" and then turns to me and says "go to sleep", and then
proceeds to watch me try to break free of her primo´s sloshy
handshake/signal for drinking beer. as i break free i walk back to my room
and notice my lock is missing from the door to my room - instantly i
become worried that someone in the village is after my stuff (since
theý´re all desperately poor i wouldn´t really have minded all that much),
but it turns out that my sister yoni simply moved it from the door to the
windowsill on her way back to her room from the party that is still
blasting music VERY loudly next door. for 1/3 of the village being
adventistas who don´t even go to parties, let alonoe drink or dance,
there´s a huge tolerance for this music that is dominating the airwaves
throughout the village late into the night (although this should be the
last night for a while since the birthday celebrations are ending). and i
think i have my first day on the job tomorrow - testing students in
english for placement in classes. i´m un poco nervioso... i have no idea
how to teach english.
it´s really difficult trying to keep my energy up to show how much i
appreciate and am interested in everyuthing. especially when i don´t have
full command over spanish.
today was mama mercedes´ birthday, and a bunch of her family drove here
from hours away. we spent most of the time sitting on benches at the house
together chatting (me not understanding much, them being incredibly
interested in american prices, the guitar i have here, and pictures of my
family, friends, and santa cruz (california, not bolivia). we ate lunch
(finger-peeled potatoes and a piece of lamb - no one washes their hands
first). oh, and during the whole day the ritual of drinking a cup of
cervesa and passing continues (this really saves a lot of cups). i haven´t
been partaking due to my on-going sickness (except when they keep the beer
there in my face and won´t move it until i have at least a small cup´s
worth).
later in the day I went to the bull fighting event, which involves
traditional dances, a band full of horns (repeating the same things over
and over), and what seemed like mock-bullfighters/jokesters hissing the
weak, thin bulls to come chase and run into them, at which the crowd
always went wild. I walked back with yoni and helped her and her sister
yesi (yesenia) bring in the cows and sheep from grazing into the yard at
the house. my family has 10 cows, 2 calfs, about 6 sheep, 2 oinkers, and a
dog named chucky who can be a ferocious little beast. i´ve had good luck
with him so far. Animals---food.
I told them i´d eat anything but the pigs. Luckily their meat stock right
now is lamb (it´s incredibly fresh and delicious). So far, breakfast=soup
with noodles, potatoes, meat and bone. Also hot, delicious tea (either
chamomile or cinnamon and clove). Lunch=potatoes to peel with my fingers,
hunk of meat; or soup with potatoes and meat. Dinner= fried eggs and
either bread or rice, same tea. Right outside my door they have a little
chamomile (manzanilla) bush they use for the tea.
My family was very generous and gave me a big room for myself. Originally
they were going to have both me and their son, helar, who´s 20, share the
space. He´s being nice and moving in with his sisters. So there´s a
2-story building made of cement- the downstairs is one room with jesus in
it. Upstairs sleep the parents. Apart from that are 2 separate rooms;
one´s mine for noe and the other´s shared by the 2 sisters and 1 brother.
Around the corner is the kitchen, and to the side of the big building is
the squat toilet with bucket to pour water post-business, also there is
the 1 water source of the house, which puts out water only at certain
hours of the day (sometime in the morning, and sometime in the afternoon).
The rest of the square-ish lot is devoted to the animals, who are tied up
each evening. Jesus…-- they´re catholic. I´ve told them i´m Judio which
brought some strange looks. I explained about the old and new parts to
their bible, and i´m glad they agreed jesus himself was jewish. Some
things can be explained with the help of referring to the adventistas in
the village (observing Shabbat, not eating pork-although the Adventists
don´t eat pork because to them jesus turned some of their brothers into
pigs, and they don´t want to eat any of their brothers). I don´t want to
rely on the adventistas too much because they don´t go to the fiestas,
dance, or drink, all of which are quite traditionally jewish (although not
to this horribly repetitive loud music they´re still blasting next door.
It sounds like a mix of synthesized mariachi music and some old drunk guy
yelling into the microphone non-stop, which is what I think is actually
going on. Occasionally (like every 20 minutes) there are pauses and I hope
the party has ended, at which point that drunk announcer guy comes on the
microphone full blast, sounding like he´s trying to rile people up. I may
have to soon sport my silicone earplugs, like last night. Tomorrow i´ve
got to test these hungover folks´english.
Woh, that was strange. So I put in my ear plugs, went out for one last
pee, and turned my light off to go to sleep. Minutes later while i´m
thinking about whether or not i´m comfortable here as the only gringo in a
village of hundreds, I hear a faint bang on my door. “un momento” I say in
confusion, tearing out my earplugs. Helar, who yesterday while drunk
started saying things like “you know much more than I do” (which confused
me), appeared in my doorway. Just now he came into my room, drunk, and sat
down on my bed with me. He said something like “we Peruvians only get
drunk once in a while” (I don´t really mind how often he gets drunk). He
then looked around the room, pointed out my stuff, and laughed, saying
“you brought everything” (I have a bunch of medicines and wet-wipes and
clothes all laid out on the floor on top of my tent´s ground pad). I
didn´t have anything to say. He then started to say “I want you to give me
5 soles (about $1.50). Right then mama Mercedes knocked on the door (helar
had locked it behind him as he entered) and started angrily telling him to
get his ass out of there (not using foul language), and then she looked at
me, told me to not talk to anyone or open the door for anyone, and to go
to sleep. I´m glad i´m not sharing this room with him, sad as that is. And
i´m glad I had my earplugs in to begin with. It made the event that much
more surreal.
Earlier this evening I was telling yoni how I thought the US needs
chijnayans to come teach them (us) how to live.
posted by Gabriel Klapman | 11:37 AM
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
chijnaya
23 September 2006
it´s my first night in chijnaya. it is incredible! the way of life is so appealing. i mean a month is probably going to be perfect, but i´m already getting comfortable here. my host family is so nice. mercedes, my mom, and her two late-teenage daughters are so welcoming.
the sun went down soon after 6pm, and i hear it rises again around 5. they are having their anniversary party (it´s still going on at different homes, late into the night). I was a bit sick still today but i tried to act as excited and lively as i could - i danced with 3 different women and talked for a while with an english teacher from nearby lampa. his daughter and son were exceptionally cute, and i woudln´t mind hanging out with them more... he offered to translate songs into spanish or vice versa that i could use in my english classes. he says his family will come back here.
i think i actually prefer the squat toilet. it´s such a more natural way to poop (not much pushing is necessary). i was a bit overwhelmed during the fiesta because of all the people and me being an obvious outsider (there are a few, maybe 800 people in this village, although it seems much less than that), but i instantly fell in love with the physical town. and oh - just now iu went to brush my teeth and the stars are incredible... i´ve never seen the milky way so dominating in the sky- and it´s a whole different sky down below the equator which makes me want to spend hours looking at it. I only got 3 hours of sleep last night and i´m dosing off. oh, before i forget to mention, the daughters in the family (my sisters) have taken to calling me "angel". in other news, they use a notebook of old math homework for toilet paper.
it´s my first night in chijnaya. it is incredible! the way of life is so appealing. i mean a month is probably going to be perfect, but i´m already getting comfortable here. my host family is so nice. mercedes, my mom, and her two late-teenage daughters are so welcoming.
the sun went down soon after 6pm, and i hear it rises again around 5. they are having their anniversary party (it´s still going on at different homes, late into the night). I was a bit sick still today but i tried to act as excited and lively as i could - i danced with 3 different women and talked for a while with an english teacher from nearby lampa. his daughter and son were exceptionally cute, and i woudln´t mind hanging out with them more... he offered to translate songs into spanish or vice versa that i could use in my english classes. he says his family will come back here.
i think i actually prefer the squat toilet. it´s such a more natural way to poop (not much pushing is necessary). i was a bit overwhelmed during the fiesta because of all the people and me being an obvious outsider (there are a few, maybe 800 people in this village, although it seems much less than that), but i instantly fell in love with the physical town. and oh - just now iu went to brush my teeth and the stars are incredible... i´ve never seen the milky way so dominating in the sky- and it´s a whole different sky down below the equator which makes me want to spend hours looking at it. I only got 3 hours of sleep last night and i´m dosing off. oh, before i forget to mention, the daughters in the family (my sisters) have taken to calling me "angel". in other news, they use a notebook of old math homework for toilet paper.
posted by Gabriel Klapman | 1:07 PM
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puno
20 September 2006
i'm in Puno now at the hotel after a few days in Cusco. i just got sick last night, altitude related i think, big headache, started around when i stopped taking the diamox. we had a 6 hour bus ride today and i didn't feel very good, although the views were incredible of the surrounding mountains of the altiplano. Cusco was wonderful, major culture shock! it's so peaceful and friendly and there are so many native peruvians around... i really enjoyed simply wandering the streets. and i slept a lot - which i need to do more of now.
i'm in Puno now at the hotel after a few days in Cusco. i just got sick last night, altitude related i think, big headache, started around when i stopped taking the diamox. we had a 6 hour bus ride today and i didn't feel very good, although the views were incredible of the surrounding mountains of the altiplano. Cusco was wonderful, major culture shock! it's so peaceful and friendly and there are so many native peruvians around... i really enjoyed simply wandering the streets. and i slept a lot - which i need to do more of now.
posted by Gabriel Klapman | 9:44 AM
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Sunday, September 17, 2006
sweet peruvian air
the light was green at customs in lima, so i didn´t have to try to explain how all 200 condoms i brought, or all the medical supplies i brought, are really honestly truly just for me alone (i brought a bunch of stuff for the village i´m going to). whew! i´m sitting in the little bar/lounge upstairs in the lima airport drinking fresh orange/píneapple juice (i asked if they used water or ice and they said no, so i should be safe from the bugs so far). on the flight from LA to here i sat next to an incredibly friendly peruvian man who moved away from his family in peru (wife and children) almost 20 years ago in order to make more money working at a ralph´s supermarket near LAX. before he left peru he was an archeologist and had a home near the ocean where he would fish and take pleasant walks. he´s coming down now for the week off he gets from ralph´s to visit his family that he rarely sees. we shared some nice moments together as we were both moved seats from the back of the plane to the front... he jokingly complaining about ¨discrimination!¨
i love all peruvians (they´re very short)! even the taxi driver who started following me closely/harrassing me as soon as i got off the plane hoping i´d hire him to drive me around lima until my flight leaves for cusco (at 5am - it´s 1:55am now). oh, oh... the tingling is coming back in my feet and my fingers- from the diamox i´m taking to help prevent the impending altitude sickness that i´m trying to avoid while i arrive in cusco at 12000 feet in a couple hours. at least i requested a seat on the left side of the plane so i can see the snowy andes out the window! they´re playing ¨(i can´t get no) satisfaction¨ on the radio right now... and this airport is jumping with mcdonald´s, dunkin´donuts, etc. etc. (ugh...america, oy!), but oh man i´m gettin´satisfaction - i got the green light and now i´m in peru!
posted by Gabriel Klapman | 2:18 AM
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