So that was 2011. This will be my last post for this year (obviously).
Thank you to all my readers for keeping up.
My blog has been viewed 1,134 times since I went to Peru in October.
Much to my astonishment I have readers from 14 countries. UK, USA, Peru, Russia, Bolivia, India, Philippines, Taiwan, South Korea, Netherlands, Germany, UAE, Sweden and Lativia.
I can guess who is reading me in most countries but some are a mystery. Which is good I guess. But would love to know who everyone is who is taking the trouble to read my ramblings. It's a shame so few of you like to comment on my blog.
Well nevermind, mustn't complain.
2011 has been an eventful year all round. 2012 will be my last full year of working for DWP, which for me is quite incredible, but there you are. Time flies. I plan to retire in March 2013. Unless the UK economy totally collapses of course and I have no money to pay for my travels.
I don't know what I'm going to blog about till I next go away. Any suggestions? I suppose something will come up, though whether or of any interest is another matter entirely.
For those of you who don't know, Hogmanay is what we call the last day of the year, here in Scotland. I'm sure the web will explain why, if anyone wants to know. And it's now 10 pm on Hogmanay in Edinburgh and I'm sitting here writing this guff. Changed days indeed. If its not raining I shall go out and watch the fireworks at 12 pm and then maybe call in for a celebratory noggin before bed. Such excitement........
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
MERRY XMAS
Merry Xmas to all my faithful readers.I'm now back in Edinburgh and all is well. Takes me a few days to get used to being home again. I miss all my friends and new family in Peru. I'm thinking of you all.
I don't usually keep this blog going when I'm in Edinburgh but I might now continue. Depends if enough of you read it.
I hope you all have a good day today wherever you are. I'm heading of out to be fed up in Wormit. I think it might be a houseful up there. It's near Dundee for those of you not familiar with Scotland. Dundee is Scotland's third city. It has a famous bridge, or did have until it fell down. There's a poem about it.
Must go now..... am late.... getting the Peruvian habit....
I don't usually keep this blog going when I'm in Edinburgh but I might now continue. Depends if enough of you read it.
I hope you all have a good day today wherever you are. I'm heading of out to be fed up in Wormit. I think it might be a houseful up there. It's near Dundee for those of you not familiar with Scotland. Dundee is Scotland's third city. It has a famous bridge, or did have until it fell down. There's a poem about it.
Must go now..... am late.... getting the Peruvian habit....
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Bye bye Villa Maria
I trust you've all read my report on the party last night and enjoyed the photos I've posted.
This is my last night in Lima, at least for now. I hope to be back, unless of course the UK economy crumbles completely and I have to work for ever and a day. Lets hope not for all our sakes.
I shall miss all the kids of Villa Maria, and those at La Policia, though they are a bit different as I don't usually get to spend so long with them.
One of the boys in Villa Maria told me that Peru was my second home, and thats the way it feels at times. It's difficult leaving them all behind but I can't take them with me, so I've had to promise to come back some time soon. Jhon says he's going to miss me lot, and I'm going to miss him too, as I will all the kids. He's the boy in the photo with me and the nice young lady. He comes along with his brother Jairo and his sister, whose name has slipped my memory.
There are three other kids from same family who come along only occasionally. Cesar is the youngest of the three. I discovered that they are a family of eight and neither parent works, so there's no money coming into the house, which is why they don't come along, as it costs 15 soles a month to pay for their lunch at INABIF. This charge is new, in past year, but is a tiny amount. So to cut a long story short I decided to make a little donation to pay for them for the next three months, and Flor has agreed that if I pay for two of them the other goes free.
Last night was a very memorable night, will stay with me forever. I've rarely if ever felt so loved by so many at one time. It's a rare feeling. All these kisses and hugs. Which I guess is why a return trip is called for. What's the point in growing old in Morningside when I can get younger here in Villa Maria.
My knees are better now. Fortunately. So off to bed for some beauty sleep before my flightback tomorrow.
This is my last night in Lima, at least for now. I hope to be back, unless of course the UK economy crumbles completely and I have to work for ever and a day. Lets hope not for all our sakes.
I shall miss all the kids of Villa Maria, and those at La Policia, though they are a bit different as I don't usually get to spend so long with them.
One of the boys in Villa Maria told me that Peru was my second home, and thats the way it feels at times. It's difficult leaving them all behind but I can't take them with me, so I've had to promise to come back some time soon. Jhon says he's going to miss me lot, and I'm going to miss him too, as I will all the kids. He's the boy in the photo with me and the nice young lady. He comes along with his brother Jairo and his sister, whose name has slipped my memory.
There are three other kids from same family who come along only occasionally. Cesar is the youngest of the three. I discovered that they are a family of eight and neither parent works, so there's no money coming into the house, which is why they don't come along, as it costs 15 soles a month to pay for their lunch at INABIF. This charge is new, in past year, but is a tiny amount. So to cut a long story short I decided to make a little donation to pay for them for the next three months, and Flor has agreed that if I pay for two of them the other goes free.
Last night was a very memorable night, will stay with me forever. I've rarely if ever felt so loved by so many at one time. It's a rare feeling. All these kisses and hugs. Which I guess is why a return trip is called for. What's the point in growing old in Morningside when I can get younger here in Villa Maria.
My knees are better now. Fortunately. So off to bed for some beauty sleep before my flightback tomorrow.
Party Time in Villa Maria
The party with the kids of Villa Maria was one of the great parties of the century and one of the most memorable I've been to in many a year.
We had about thirty kids there, maybe more, I didn't count them, though Flor did keep a register of all who showed up. She counted them in and counted them out, so to speak. It was supposed to start at 5 pm but as is fairly typical here in Peru we didn't get under way until 6 pm. The kids seem to have followed the example of the adults and don't worry about showing up on time. This can be frustrating but you just get used to it, but never so used to it that you also turn up an hour late. But that's the way it is here.
The clowns were not so much clowns as childrens' entertainers. There were three of them all dressed up and they put on a great show for the kids, all of whom got involved in the fun. There was also a DJ who played us some great music. I've not danced so much since I don't know when. I was knackered and the knees were not much better. There was no place to hide though, so it just had to be done. I was dragged to my feet whether I liked it or not, by these girls. Such nice girls too. Muy divertido. My knees are suffering today though. Must get back to the gym in Edinburgh so that I'll be in good condition for next year's party!
All the kids were given a hamper of food and goodies at the end. Some guy, I guess from INABIF came along to present them. Another volunteer who was here until a few weeks ago, donated the money to pay for the hampers, which was a very good idea. They all got a panetonne in their hamper, which is very popular in these parts especially at Xmas time. Flor did a pile of work to organise it all and I'm so pleased to have done my little bit too. And of course Flor had to go and make a speech thanking me, made me feel like some kind of visiting dignatary and like all good dignataries I had to reply. My little speech went ok, and I feel real pleased with myself, but it's not easy, and of course i had no time to prepare, or failed to find the time to be more accurate. Still well done me. And thanks to to Marian for your contribution. I'm sorry but I forgot to mention you in my little turn.
I'm off out for dinner now, for my last feed in Lima, this time round....
We had about thirty kids there, maybe more, I didn't count them, though Flor did keep a register of all who showed up. She counted them in and counted them out, so to speak. It was supposed to start at 5 pm but as is fairly typical here in Peru we didn't get under way until 6 pm. The kids seem to have followed the example of the adults and don't worry about showing up on time. This can be frustrating but you just get used to it, but never so used to it that you also turn up an hour late. But that's the way it is here.
The clowns were not so much clowns as childrens' entertainers. There were three of them all dressed up and they put on a great show for the kids, all of whom got involved in the fun. There was also a DJ who played us some great music. I've not danced so much since I don't know when. I was knackered and the knees were not much better. There was no place to hide though, so it just had to be done. I was dragged to my feet whether I liked it or not, by these girls. Such nice girls too. Muy divertido. My knees are suffering today though. Must get back to the gym in Edinburgh so that I'll be in good condition for next year's party!
All the kids were given a hamper of food and goodies at the end. Some guy, I guess from INABIF came along to present them. Another volunteer who was here until a few weeks ago, donated the money to pay for the hampers, which was a very good idea. They all got a panetonne in their hamper, which is very popular in these parts especially at Xmas time. Flor did a pile of work to organise it all and I'm so pleased to have done my little bit too. And of course Flor had to go and make a speech thanking me, made me feel like some kind of visiting dignatary and like all good dignataries I had to reply. My little speech went ok, and I feel real pleased with myself, but it's not easy, and of course i had no time to prepare, or failed to find the time to be more accurate. Still well done me. And thanks to to Marian for your contribution. I'm sorry but I forgot to mention you in my little turn.
I'm off out for dinner now, for my last feed in Lima, this time round....
Bus to Villa Maria
The bus journey from Miraflores to Villa Maria takes about forty five minutes and is always an adventure in itself. Yesterday the driver is going flat out as usual, then braking hard at every stop. Absolutely no consideration for passengers, old or young, blind or disabled. It's all the same to him, there being no women drivers, at least none that I've noticed.
Meantime fat guy sitting across from me is sound asleep, with his fat tummy sticking out of his red shirt and his head rolling about onb his fulsome chest. Manboobs I think they are called nowadays. He wakes with a start when the bus does a vicious swerve and comes to a very sudden halt. Then he gets off. The woman in front is banging her head against the window as she is also sleeping. In fact half the bus seems to be asleep, including the woman beside me.
We have constant entertainment on board. A couple of kids come on, brother and sister I think. He plays some kind of home made instrument and sings, meanwhile she dances in the aisle and sings along with him. How she doesn't end up flying through the window is a mystery, she has great balance and control, and is about nine years old, and is a beautiful wee girl. After they finish the performance she goes round the bus selling sweets (caramelos I think she calls them) from a large bag which suddenly appears in her hand. A few passengers appreciate her performance enough to buy some sweets. Such enterprise has to be applauded. They are probably earning the family dinner.
There are always people jumping on board to sell something, ice cream, drinks, glue, anything really that can be carried on board, Some of them make a long speech explaining how poor they are and how the money will be used, and praying to God at same time. It's great entertainment.
And there is alwys a soundtrack blaring out. Yesterday we had Freddy Mercury and the rest of the boys from Queen, doing the old Fandango song, followed by Dire Straits getting their kicks for free and then guess who, yes it's Robbie singing about his angel... incredible... though it's not always music from home, they do play Peruvian chart stuff too, like Shakira and that mad woman from USA, whose name I forget but might be Britney.
And the driver belts along as if we are all in a hurry to get there. There's a big picture of Christ hanging up behind him, looking down and watching over us. So we feel very safe. The bus is hot and the traffic is dense. I know Villa Maria is close as the smell of the fish market (pesquero) fills the bus. Thats my stop, my ticket is to el pesquero, and it costs just 1 sol 50 centimos. We are driving along Av los Heroes, but I'm not sure who the heroes are. Maybe from wars with Chile in century before last. Should ask someone.
The journey is never without excitement. Nothing like it back home. You would be thrown off.
Meantime fat guy sitting across from me is sound asleep, with his fat tummy sticking out of his red shirt and his head rolling about onb his fulsome chest. Manboobs I think they are called nowadays. He wakes with a start when the bus does a vicious swerve and comes to a very sudden halt. Then he gets off. The woman in front is banging her head against the window as she is also sleeping. In fact half the bus seems to be asleep, including the woman beside me.
We have constant entertainment on board. A couple of kids come on, brother and sister I think. He plays some kind of home made instrument and sings, meanwhile she dances in the aisle and sings along with him. How she doesn't end up flying through the window is a mystery, she has great balance and control, and is about nine years old, and is a beautiful wee girl. After they finish the performance she goes round the bus selling sweets (caramelos I think she calls them) from a large bag which suddenly appears in her hand. A few passengers appreciate her performance enough to buy some sweets. Such enterprise has to be applauded. They are probably earning the family dinner.
There are always people jumping on board to sell something, ice cream, drinks, glue, anything really that can be carried on board, Some of them make a long speech explaining how poor they are and how the money will be used, and praying to God at same time. It's great entertainment.
And there is alwys a soundtrack blaring out. Yesterday we had Freddy Mercury and the rest of the boys from Queen, doing the old Fandango song, followed by Dire Straits getting their kicks for free and then guess who, yes it's Robbie singing about his angel... incredible... though it's not always music from home, they do play Peruvian chart stuff too, like Shakira and that mad woman from USA, whose name I forget but might be Britney.
And the driver belts along as if we are all in a hurry to get there. There's a big picture of Christ hanging up behind him, looking down and watching over us. So we feel very safe. The bus is hot and the traffic is dense. I know Villa Maria is close as the smell of the fish market (pesquero) fills the bus. Thats my stop, my ticket is to el pesquero, and it costs just 1 sol 50 centimos. We are driving along Av los Heroes, but I'm not sure who the heroes are. Maybe from wars with Chile in century before last. Should ask someone.
The journey is never without excitement. Nothing like it back home. You would be thrown off.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Julio
That penultimate post obviously has a spelling mistake. Not deliberate either. His second name is Julio and not Julia, he's obviously not a girl. Sorry Eberth!!!
We bought a book for him too for his Xmas. I'm trying to encourage him to read a little bit, Not easy to choose a book for him though, but after some consideration and discussion we decided on Paulo Coelho's little book "El Alquimista". Managed to find a hardback copy with some nice prints. So lets hope he gets down to reading it.
I'm tired and need to go to bed now, early start tomorrow for La Fiesta en Villa Maria. I'm so excited. Lets hope the clown is up to expectations. Lets hope Flor found one.
We bought a book for him too for his Xmas. I'm trying to encourage him to read a little bit, Not easy to choose a book for him though, but after some consideration and discussion we decided on Paulo Coelho's little book "El Alquimista". Managed to find a hardback copy with some nice prints. So lets hope he gets down to reading it.
I'm tired and need to go to bed now, early start tomorrow for La Fiesta en Villa Maria. I'm so excited. Lets hope the clown is up to expectations. Lets hope Flor found one.
Trotsky comes to Villa Maria
Today is Sunday and I spent it with Heber, hence the photos. He changed tops half way through the day as we bought him this top, amongst lots of other stuff for his Xmas. He doesn't expect to be getting any other presents, though I feel sure he must be getting something from his aunts. No sign of mum or gran getting in touch. They will all get together for a turkey dinner in the house of one of his aunt's. He is in process of moving, as one aunt leaves for Iquitos in January.
He does like to pose just a little. He likes to post my fotos on his Facebook, for some reason. Though I think I can guess why.
He now has his DNI, of which he decided to give me a copy. Hence the name change, as it is different from what he thought it was. Which I guess says a lot about his life so far. Anyway his real name is Eberth Julio Vega Huamán. I'm not sure which he wants to use, his real name or one he has used up to now, though he has used more than one in the past. I'm going to use his proper name from now on, and he has no objection.
Tomorrow I'm going to the Xmas party for the INABIF kids in Villa Maria, so I'm looking forward to that a lot. I think I'm expected to make a speech, in Spanish obviously, God help them all. Will have to attempt to prepare something later on tonight, but I suspect I won't get round to it. Oh well, nothing changes. Maybe I'll tell them about Trotsky or something equally inspirational......
He does like to pose just a little. He likes to post my fotos on his Facebook, for some reason. Though I think I can guess why.
He now has his DNI, of which he decided to give me a copy. Hence the name change, as it is different from what he thought it was. Which I guess says a lot about his life so far. Anyway his real name is Eberth Julio Vega Huamán. I'm not sure which he wants to use, his real name or one he has used up to now, though he has used more than one in the past. I'm going to use his proper name from now on, and he has no objection.
Tomorrow I'm going to the Xmas party for the INABIF kids in Villa Maria, so I'm looking forward to that a lot. I think I'm expected to make a speech, in Spanish obviously, God help them all. Will have to attempt to prepare something later on tonight, but I suspect I won't get round to it. Oh well, nothing changes. Maybe I'll tell them about Trotsky or something equally inspirational......
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Planes, and taxis and presidents
I don't think I've ever been on a plane out of Cusco which left on time. So yesterday we departed one hour late, after a somewhat chaotic wait in a queue in the airport. One guy managed to lose the plot altogether, and was ejected from the queue, but he may have been pissed and in the wrong place. This time round it was a local causing the fracas, unlike last time when our US cousins were responsible. Still Cusco airport is a lovely wee airport and well worth the hassle.
I was sitting beside a loving couople, she snoring and he sipping on a couple of large whuskies. one at a time of course. Johnny Walker Red Label is very popular in these parts. I think the last time I had a Johnny Walker was in Byres Road in Glasgow, some many years ago, amd probably with one of my many readers. I seem to recall a few wee nips being consumed in those distant times. Ahhh memories indeed. Anyway she stopped snoring when I spilt my drink over her new dress. No I didn't really, just joking.
The wait is always worth while because of the view of the Andes and the adrenalin rush a we fly right into the mountains, hoping that the pilot is not drunk or dosing on the job, and remembers where he is. It's a truly beautiful sight and always inspiring. I have a couple of videos of the flight into Cusco, which I will eventually put on YouTube, if and when I get round to it.
Then very quickly the plane is flying out over The Pacific to begin it's descent into Lima Airport, always a pleasure to see the old Pacific, if only for the relief of having made it out of the Andes safely. I feel like an old hand now flying into Lima airport. It hardly seems like being in a foreign country at all. I mustn't get over confident though, must keep on ones toes.
Francisco was waiting for me at the airport as always in his battered old van, which he describes as an airport taxi. He's a nice old guy, maybe a year or two older than me. His driving has become increasinly erratic over the years. Like all "good" drivers he blames the others. Today he started a shouting match with another particularly bad driver, and I though dear me here we go, a wee fight. Fortunately the other guy did a right turn and we were free. Francisco apologised for his shouting, and I told him it was fine by me. We arrived safely in Miraflores without any further dramas.
He seems to have modified his views about President Humala, who has just completed his first six months in office. Last time he was pretty down on him, but now he seems to think that he's not doing too badly and is willing to give him a chance. Humala has problems mostly caused by those around him, including his vice president who is caught uo in some corruption scandal. So what's new? He also has an "assessor" who used to work for Lula in Brazil, when he was President. I don't think this goes down to well with the right wing press. But it's hard to follow quite what is happening, but I think so far so good, with reservations.
Lima is hot. It's Saturday so I think I'll put on my blue suede shoes and head off out, not forgetting my sun block. More later maybe......
I was sitting beside a loving couople, she snoring and he sipping on a couple of large whuskies. one at a time of course. Johnny Walker Red Label is very popular in these parts. I think the last time I had a Johnny Walker was in Byres Road in Glasgow, some many years ago, amd probably with one of my many readers. I seem to recall a few wee nips being consumed in those distant times. Ahhh memories indeed. Anyway she stopped snoring when I spilt my drink over her new dress. No I didn't really, just joking.
The wait is always worth while because of the view of the Andes and the adrenalin rush a we fly right into the mountains, hoping that the pilot is not drunk or dosing on the job, and remembers where he is. It's a truly beautiful sight and always inspiring. I have a couple of videos of the flight into Cusco, which I will eventually put on YouTube, if and when I get round to it.
Then very quickly the plane is flying out over The Pacific to begin it's descent into Lima Airport, always a pleasure to see the old Pacific, if only for the relief of having made it out of the Andes safely. I feel like an old hand now flying into Lima airport. It hardly seems like being in a foreign country at all. I mustn't get over confident though, must keep on ones toes.
Francisco was waiting for me at the airport as always in his battered old van, which he describes as an airport taxi. He's a nice old guy, maybe a year or two older than me. His driving has become increasinly erratic over the years. Like all "good" drivers he blames the others. Today he started a shouting match with another particularly bad driver, and I though dear me here we go, a wee fight. Fortunately the other guy did a right turn and we were free. Francisco apologised for his shouting, and I told him it was fine by me. We arrived safely in Miraflores without any further dramas.
He seems to have modified his views about President Humala, who has just completed his first six months in office. Last time he was pretty down on him, but now he seems to think that he's not doing too badly and is willing to give him a chance. Humala has problems mostly caused by those around him, including his vice president who is caught uo in some corruption scandal. So what's new? He also has an "assessor" who used to work for Lula in Brazil, when he was President. I don't think this goes down to well with the right wing press. But it's hard to follow quite what is happening, but I think so far so good, with reservations.
Lima is hot. It's Saturday so I think I'll put on my blue suede shoes and head off out, not forgetting my sun block. More later maybe......
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Last post from Cusco
Its Thursday morning here in Cusco and it's my last day. I've not been to work this morning so hope all my boys are doing ok. I will miss the lot of them. It's not easy sometimes listening to their sad stories and I often wish I could do more to help them. I will as usual remember them all and think about them and their future lives. The lucky ones will find a good orphanage to settle down in and maybe their lives will be totally transformed. One can but hope.
I'm sitting in Maximo Nivel as I write this and wondering if I'm going to be able to come back here. I sure hope so but will have to wait and see what transpires over the next year or so. Maybe Peru will be a better place to live in than Europe, if the economy there goes down the pan, never to come back up again, if its not already done so.
The statue of Túpac Amuru (see my foto) is in The Plaza de Armas, and is new since I was last here. The fountain was always there but he wasn't. Or at least not as far as I can recall, though memory does play funny tricks on one as one gets older, not that I'm old of course.
Túpac was the last leader of the Incas and lead the last battle against the Spaniards. The Incas lost of course and Túpac was beheaded in the same place as his statue now stands. Or nearby. His last words are said to have been " Mother Earth witness how my enemies shed my blood." The Spaniards had of course tried to convert him before killing him. He obviously resisted their invitation.
I'm off for my final feed at Granja Heidi, so see you all in Lima, where I'm heading tomorrow.
I'm sitting in Maximo Nivel as I write this and wondering if I'm going to be able to come back here. I sure hope so but will have to wait and see what transpires over the next year or so. Maybe Peru will be a better place to live in than Europe, if the economy there goes down the pan, never to come back up again, if its not already done so.
The statue of Túpac Amuru (see my foto) is in The Plaza de Armas, and is new since I was last here. The fountain was always there but he wasn't. Or at least not as far as I can recall, though memory does play funny tricks on one as one gets older, not that I'm old of course.
Túpac was the last leader of the Incas and lead the last battle against the Spaniards. The Incas lost of course and Túpac was beheaded in the same place as his statue now stands. Or nearby. His last words are said to have been " Mother Earth witness how my enemies shed my blood." The Spaniards had of course tried to convert him before killing him. He obviously resisted their invitation.
I'm off for my final feed at Granja Heidi, so see you all in Lima, where I'm heading tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Higg's Boson
Tomorrow will be my last day in Cusco. I feel I've only just arrived. Do these guys searching for the Higg's Boson thingee know how to slow down time, now that they've managed to go faster than the speed of light? I'm no physicist but maybe if there's one reading this, and I know of at least one, then you could let me know?
Ken, the owner of Maximo paid a surprise visit to La Policia de La Familia today, which was nice. He has lots of plans to try to improve things there for the future. He hopes to send more volunteers, maybe two in the mornings and two in the afternoon. He's also going to spend some money improving the place, e.g. new mattresses, painting, new chairs etc
Don't know if I mentioned about Pedro the boy aged seventeen who was lifted on Saturday for being drunk. He smashed the one and only wash hand basin to bits whilst drunk and has no recollection. He was told that he could not leave until his father paid and replaced the basin. Well you can imagine his delight when Ken told him that he would replace it and arrange for one of his workers to come in to do it.
I'm so pleased that something is being done for the kids there, and even more so that Maximo are doing it. So well done Ken.
Must go now, will try to post once more tomorrow before I leave here.ps why is it called a boson?
Ken, the owner of Maximo paid a surprise visit to La Policia de La Familia today, which was nice. He has lots of plans to try to improve things there for the future. He hopes to send more volunteers, maybe two in the mornings and two in the afternoon. He's also going to spend some money improving the place, e.g. new mattresses, painting, new chairs etc
Don't know if I mentioned about Pedro the boy aged seventeen who was lifted on Saturday for being drunk. He smashed the one and only wash hand basin to bits whilst drunk and has no recollection. He was told that he could not leave until his father paid and replaced the basin. Well you can imagine his delight when Ken told him that he would replace it and arrange for one of his workers to come in to do it.
I'm so pleased that something is being done for the kids there, and even more so that Maximo are doing it. So well done Ken.
Must go now, will try to post once more tomorrow before I leave here.ps why is it called a boson?
Quotes
"But something had frightened her or disappointed her, or perhaps the rigour of being a god botherer had turned her bottom into stone."
"She was a masculine German with a metallic accent and an imperious gaze that had no relationship to her puerile passions."
Don't you just love it when a sentence comes together in perfection? The first woman is a possible future mother-in-law and the other one is a busybody nun type.
One quote is from Peter Carey and the other is Gabriel Garzía Máquez. Think you can guess which is which? And have you ever know such women? Were there not a few in Lewis with the bottoms of stone? and looking a bit masculine and Germanic even? Tell me now if you've ever met any?
"She was a masculine German with a metallic accent and an imperious gaze that had no relationship to her puerile passions."
Don't you just love it when a sentence comes together in perfection? The first woman is a possible future mother-in-law and the other one is a busybody nun type.
One quote is from Peter Carey and the other is Gabriel Garzía Máquez. Think you can guess which is which? And have you ever know such women? Were there not a few in Lewis with the bottoms of stone? and looking a bit masculine and Germanic even? Tell me now if you've ever met any?
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Reading in Peru
I finished reading "Parrot and Olivier in America" some time ago and it's another minor masterpiece from Carey. The main chareacters are unforgettable narrators of their respective stories, and provide a brilliant account of postrevolutionary France and America. Great stuff, very funny, brilliant imagination, huge amount of research and knowledge, as always with Carey. Just a terrific read and well worth the effort. Not sure which I prefer, this one or "The True History of the Kelly Gang", so why not go for both.
Since then I've finished reading "The Reader" by Bernhard Schlink, which has been on my agenda for some time now, so I guess it was about time I got round to it. It's also a great piece of writing, which sure makes you think. I just did not expect that ending. It was quite troubling I thought as he plays with your emotions something rotten. I will have to watch the movie now, see what they make of it, but doubt it can be a match for the book itself.
I recently read "Fateless" by Imre Kertesz, which also deals with the holocaust but from a totally different perspective. More like Primo Levi's books, but better I think, if one is allowed to say such a thing. I have the DVD of the movie at home and keep meaning to watch it, but never quite got round to it. It's a suberb piece of writing, incredibly moving and based on his own expeiences of life in Auschwitz and Buchenwald, where he grew up and became a man. Kertesz was awarded the Nobel Prize a few years back for his work, and well deserved it was too.
I've also read "The Yacoubian Building" by Alaa al Aswany, which is set in Cairo and taught me a lot about life there. " when your house has collapsed and the government has left you sitting with your children in a tent on the street , when the police officer has insulted you and beaten you .......... then you will know why we hate Egypt". I also read "The Siege" by Helen Dunmore, and thoroughly enjoyed it, thanks Gayle for the recommendation. Not quite as unforgettable as that other Anna, but well worth the effort. But you need to read Anna K. I hope Iain has got round to reading the copy I gave him this summer. Well have you Iain?
I gift all my books, well most of them, but not Roth, whose book "The Humbling" I've also read, in fact I think I read it on the flight over here, to my pal Daniel in Cusco. He loves his books and his English is first rate, so he is able to read all my stuff. He's a teacher of English in one of the local schools here. In return he has given me "Love in the Time of Cholera" to read. It's even better than "One Hundred Years of Solitude" though it's many years since I read it and maybe a reread is due.
All for now.
Since then I've finished reading "The Reader" by Bernhard Schlink, which has been on my agenda for some time now, so I guess it was about time I got round to it. It's also a great piece of writing, which sure makes you think. I just did not expect that ending. It was quite troubling I thought as he plays with your emotions something rotten. I will have to watch the movie now, see what they make of it, but doubt it can be a match for the book itself.
I recently read "Fateless" by Imre Kertesz, which also deals with the holocaust but from a totally different perspective. More like Primo Levi's books, but better I think, if one is allowed to say such a thing. I have the DVD of the movie at home and keep meaning to watch it, but never quite got round to it. It's a suberb piece of writing, incredibly moving and based on his own expeiences of life in Auschwitz and Buchenwald, where he grew up and became a man. Kertesz was awarded the Nobel Prize a few years back for his work, and well deserved it was too.
I've also read "The Yacoubian Building" by Alaa al Aswany, which is set in Cairo and taught me a lot about life there. " when your house has collapsed and the government has left you sitting with your children in a tent on the street , when the police officer has insulted you and beaten you .......... then you will know why we hate Egypt". I also read "The Siege" by Helen Dunmore, and thoroughly enjoyed it, thanks Gayle for the recommendation. Not quite as unforgettable as that other Anna, but well worth the effort. But you need to read Anna K. I hope Iain has got round to reading the copy I gave him this summer. Well have you Iain?
I gift all my books, well most of them, but not Roth, whose book "The Humbling" I've also read, in fact I think I read it on the flight over here, to my pal Daniel in Cusco. He loves his books and his English is first rate, so he is able to read all my stuff. He's a teacher of English in one of the local schools here. In return he has given me "Love in the Time of Cholera" to read. It's even better than "One Hundred Years of Solitude" though it's many years since I read it and maybe a reread is due.
All for now.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Stoke City for Champions League
Another mighty victory for Stoke City today. That puts an end to Spurs unbeaten run. Next year the boys will play in the Champions League, I have no doubt. Someone will have to sort out these Spanish teams, don't you think. Can Barca or Real handle our long throws and the lanky boys upfront? No, exactly, I don't think so.
For those of you who don't know, the reason for my love of Stoke City is the three splendid, unforgettable years I spent there in the sixties, when Stoke were in the old first division, though I do recall some relegation fights which caused some serious annoyance in the pub where I used to work.
Quite often on a Saturday morning Gordon Banks and I used to go to the same cafe in Stoke centre, near the old Victoria Ground, he to prepare for his game and me to prepare for whatever the day may bring. I suspect he fancied the waitress behind the counter. For those of you who don't know, he was the world's greatest goalkeeper at the time, and in fact probably the greatest ever. He seemed like a very friendly bloke with his funny eye and all.
And Stan Matthews was one of the best players ever. I just missed his fianl season in 1965. I once saw a friendly between Stoke and Rangers. I can't remember the result now. Stoke probably won.
So there you have it.
For those of you who don't know, the reason for my love of Stoke City is the three splendid, unforgettable years I spent there in the sixties, when Stoke were in the old first division, though I do recall some relegation fights which caused some serious annoyance in the pub where I used to work.
Quite often on a Saturday morning Gordon Banks and I used to go to the same cafe in Stoke centre, near the old Victoria Ground, he to prepare for his game and me to prepare for whatever the day may bring. I suspect he fancied the waitress behind the counter. For those of you who don't know, he was the world's greatest goalkeeper at the time, and in fact probably the greatest ever. He seemed like a very friendly bloke with his funny eye and all.
And Stan Matthews was one of the best players ever. I just missed his fianl season in 1965. I once saw a friendly between Stoke and Rangers. I can't remember the result now. Stoke probably won.
So there you have it.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Donkeys' willies
Yesterday was a very busy day at La Policia, with twelve kids there. And we were blessed with a visit from some missionaries from USA. They told me that they work with some orphanages and seemed to be looking for recruits for said orphanage. Guy told me " we are particularly interested in these three boys".... which seemed a strange way to put it. I pointed out that the boys future was decided by a judge in the court, and due process etc (well didn't quite say due process, but you know what I mean). I guess he has their best interests at heart, but I can't help wondering if their time would not be better spent back in the USA, where I feel convinced there are plenty of the unconverted types to assist on the road to salvation. Still good luck to them.
After they had left I spoke to the three boys in question. They are all shoe shine boys working in La Plaza, and are in touch with other organistions working with street kids. They were a cheeky bunch of boys and very lively. I got them drawing and they found it really hilarious to draw donkeys with big willies. What laughs we had!!! I was wishing the missionaries had seen the donkeys, which were indeed impressive and well drawn. They do have some talent.
I see Man U are back to winning ways at last.... shame about Champions League and Vidic being out for rest of season, but I reckon the boys are good enough for the league again... I will support Arsenal in Champions league, but only for this once mind, this is a big big concession I'm making for you Arsenal fans, especially for you Lewis....and for old man Wenger, I think he deserves it... but the Spaniards are looking good ...
After they had left I spoke to the three boys in question. They are all shoe shine boys working in La Plaza, and are in touch with other organistions working with street kids. They were a cheeky bunch of boys and very lively. I got them drawing and they found it really hilarious to draw donkeys with big willies. What laughs we had!!! I was wishing the missionaries had seen the donkeys, which were indeed impressive and well drawn. They do have some talent.
I see Man U are back to winning ways at last.... shame about Champions League and Vidic being out for rest of season, but I reckon the boys are good enough for the league again... I will support Arsenal in Champions league, but only for this once mind, this is a big big concession I'm making for you Arsenal fans, especially for you Lewis....and for old man Wenger, I think he deserves it... but the Spaniards are looking good ...
Thursday, December 08, 2011
Dia de la Purísima Concepción
Today is a national public holiday in Peru so no-one goes to work, or so I'm told. The teachers here in Maximo have a day off so I've no Spanish class today, which gives me a few minutes to update my blog. Apparently Peru has the highest number of public holidays in the whole of South America, mostly of a religious variety.
I of course went to work as usual at La Policia which was busy with six kids. Sorry to relate that Romiro arrived back this morning. He had been sent to stay in an orphanage, Jesus mi Luz, which I know, and is one of the best I've seen. However his stay didn't last long. He escaped through a window and was picked up by the police doing a spot of thieving. Not sure of what variety but doesn't really matter. This is the boy who wants to be my son, so I'm doubly disappointed in his return to La Policia. I've tried to speak to him but I don't think much gets through. He's an orphan, doesn't know his parents and does not want to live with his grandmother. Will have to see how things work out for him, but the future does not blossom with promises.
We had two brothers aged three and five there yesterday, abandoned by drunken parents. They both cried and screamed a lot, but we got them calmed down and eventually I walked them along to their medical, ably assisted by one of the policewomen. All the kids at La Policia get a medical. The centre is only two blocks away. The boys were quite happy when I left and I've no idea what became of them. This happens with lots of the kids here of course.
Two of the other boys, Julio and Kevin, have also been sent to Jesus mi Luz, and they have been asking for me to visit them. I will try to do so before I leave Cusco next week, but time is short.
I of course went to work as usual at La Policia which was busy with six kids. Sorry to relate that Romiro arrived back this morning. He had been sent to stay in an orphanage, Jesus mi Luz, which I know, and is one of the best I've seen. However his stay didn't last long. He escaped through a window and was picked up by the police doing a spot of thieving. Not sure of what variety but doesn't really matter. This is the boy who wants to be my son, so I'm doubly disappointed in his return to La Policia. I've tried to speak to him but I don't think much gets through. He's an orphan, doesn't know his parents and does not want to live with his grandmother. Will have to see how things work out for him, but the future does not blossom with promises.
We had two brothers aged three and five there yesterday, abandoned by drunken parents. They both cried and screamed a lot, but we got them calmed down and eventually I walked them along to their medical, ably assisted by one of the policewomen. All the kids at La Policia get a medical. The centre is only two blocks away. The boys were quite happy when I left and I've no idea what became of them. This happens with lots of the kids here of course.
Two of the other boys, Julio and Kevin, have also been sent to Jesus mi Luz, and they have been asking for me to visit them. I will try to do so before I leave Cusco next week, but time is short.
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Student demo and Cusco Cathedral
Today we had a students demonstration in Cusco which was quite impressive. I watched the start of it as I set off for work and when I got back into town for lunch they were still protesting. As far as I can make out they were protesting over a fare increase on the buses or combis. I've heard that some combis were spay painted during the demo, whilst full of passengers. All the buses belong to private companies. I also heard that some stones were thrown , but that may just be a rumour, put about by the companies. Go good luck to all you students in Cusco.
Today was also national police day here in Peru, so the Plaza de Armas was taken over for the celebration. Which I guess is why the students could not get into the Plaza. I was only there for a few minutes to watch the proceedings as I passed by on my way to lunch. There were lots of police, of all kinds on show and parading round the Plaza, and taking lots of applause from the onlookers. Also all the high ranks up there in front of ther cathedral trying their best to look impressive and important. The dog team were there parading with their dogs, some of whom could walk on their hind legs and were maybe even doing a little dance to the marial music. Police on horseback showing off how they could stand up straight on their horses backs, whilst taking a salute. One does feel so safe....
I took a tour of Cusco Cathedral on Sunday, as I'd not been since my first visit here. The place was built on top of an Incan Palace, from 1550 and took a century to complete. One of the altars is made of solid silver, and there's lots of gold to be seen too. There's a painting of the Last Supper, by a guy called Marcos Zapata, which features a cuy (quinea pig) as main meal. I don't actually know what the Last Supper main dish was, it could have been cuy for all I know.
As one would expect there are lots of Saints one can pray to. Saint Antoni of Padua is partcicularly interesting. He's the guy that women can pray to when they are looking for a husband, and he seems to oblige. Apparently some women have little icons at home, which they keep upside down and once a week turn him right way up to remind him of his duties. Or maybe they just turn him upside down once a week. Notes are left for him in the cathedral, and indeen I could see some, and was very tempted to have a look. Some are thank you notes for work well done by Antoni.
There's also a Senor de los Temblores, or lord of the earthquakes, who is a black Christ figure in the Cathredal. I can't remember how he turned black, maybe from candles, I don't know. Cusco was struck by a huge earthquake in 1650 which destroyed most of the city and left thousands dead. There's a painting of the earthquake happening in the Cathedral which shows the Plaza as it was then and the buildings falling down, explosions and slates falling off roofs.
They also have on display the first Cross brought over by the conquistador Pizarro and his Spanish pals and used to convert the natives to christianity or maybe I should say to terrify them into believing.
Today was also national police day here in Peru, so the Plaza de Armas was taken over for the celebration. Which I guess is why the students could not get into the Plaza. I was only there for a few minutes to watch the proceedings as I passed by on my way to lunch. There were lots of police, of all kinds on show and parading round the Plaza, and taking lots of applause from the onlookers. Also all the high ranks up there in front of ther cathedral trying their best to look impressive and important. The dog team were there parading with their dogs, some of whom could walk on their hind legs and were maybe even doing a little dance to the marial music. Police on horseback showing off how they could stand up straight on their horses backs, whilst taking a salute. One does feel so safe....
I took a tour of Cusco Cathedral on Sunday, as I'd not been since my first visit here. The place was built on top of an Incan Palace, from 1550 and took a century to complete. One of the altars is made of solid silver, and there's lots of gold to be seen too. There's a painting of the Last Supper, by a guy called Marcos Zapata, which features a cuy (quinea pig) as main meal. I don't actually know what the Last Supper main dish was, it could have been cuy for all I know.
As one would expect there are lots of Saints one can pray to. Saint Antoni of Padua is partcicularly interesting. He's the guy that women can pray to when they are looking for a husband, and he seems to oblige. Apparently some women have little icons at home, which they keep upside down and once a week turn him right way up to remind him of his duties. Or maybe they just turn him upside down once a week. Notes are left for him in the cathedral, and indeen I could see some, and was very tempted to have a look. Some are thank you notes for work well done by Antoni.
There's also a Senor de los Temblores, or lord of the earthquakes, who is a black Christ figure in the Cathredal. I can't remember how he turned black, maybe from candles, I don't know. Cusco was struck by a huge earthquake in 1650 which destroyed most of the city and left thousands dead. There's a painting of the earthquake happening in the Cathedral which shows the Plaza as it was then and the buildings falling down, explosions and slates falling off roofs.
They also have on display the first Cross brought over by the conquistador Pizarro and his Spanish pals and used to convert the natives to christianity or maybe I should say to terrify them into believing.
Monday, December 05, 2011
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Sex education in Peru
There is a huge need for sex education in these parts, especially out in the countryside. I was told a story by one of the workers in the international office here in Maximo about how she was working out in some schools in the countryside and doing some sex education. She decided to get the adults in to give them some lessons too. She was demonstrating how to use a condom, using a brush handle, as one does when pushed, and they all seemed to get the hang of it. So she went back a few weeks later to see how things were going, and yes they told her they were all using condoms now and yes they seemed to be working. But I'm sure you can guess how they were using them. Yes, lots of brush handles were taking the necessary precautions. This is a true story, I'm told.
On a quite unrelated matter, I meant to say thanks to Marian, my pal and Spanish teacher in Edinburgh. Thank you for your donation to the kids of Villa Maria. It will go towards their Xmas party. The books you lent me have gone down well in La Policia de la Familia. The kids love reading them, especially "No Te Rías Pepe" and "El Gallo Quirico". They've been well liked by the boys and girls here and they love to read them out loud, even the ones with the poorer reading skills. I wish you could have seen the look on Jerson's face when he realised he could do it. It was a picture of happiness, brought tears to my eyes. I guess they don't often get anyone to sit down and read with them. They also like to draw all the characters, so thanks again, you have done your little bit for these kids.
Granja Heidi restaurant was even more busy than usual one day this week, when we had a delegation of about twelve folk arrive from the World Youth International. Not one of them looked a day under thirty, reminded me of the Scotish Youth Parliament, which once had K as it's chair and he must have been 25 or even 26 at the time. So if these guys from WYI are youths then I'm just a young man.
I was in a taxi this week and thought I recognised the song he was playing, which turned out to be The Doors song "LA Woman", it having been a long time since I heard it I was quite pleased to be reminded how great a band they were. Had a chat with the taximan about old Jim and he knew all about him, including his burial in Paris,though the name of the cemetary escaped me and him. But you all know where I mean, some of you have even visited, though I hope not defaced it like so many do. I think all my Doors albums are on vinyl, maybe I should do something about that.
On a quite unrelated matter, I meant to say thanks to Marian, my pal and Spanish teacher in Edinburgh. Thank you for your donation to the kids of Villa Maria. It will go towards their Xmas party. The books you lent me have gone down well in La Policia de la Familia. The kids love reading them, especially "No Te Rías Pepe" and "El Gallo Quirico". They've been well liked by the boys and girls here and they love to read them out loud, even the ones with the poorer reading skills. I wish you could have seen the look on Jerson's face when he realised he could do it. It was a picture of happiness, brought tears to my eyes. I guess they don't often get anyone to sit down and read with them. They also like to draw all the characters, so thanks again, you have done your little bit for these kids.
Granja Heidi restaurant was even more busy than usual one day this week, when we had a delegation of about twelve folk arrive from the World Youth International. Not one of them looked a day under thirty, reminded me of the Scotish Youth Parliament, which once had K as it's chair and he must have been 25 or even 26 at the time. So if these guys from WYI are youths then I'm just a young man.
I was in a taxi this week and thought I recognised the song he was playing, which turned out to be The Doors song "LA Woman", it having been a long time since I heard it I was quite pleased to be reminded how great a band they were. Had a chat with the taximan about old Jim and he knew all about him, including his burial in Paris,though the name of the cemetary escaped me and him. But you all know where I mean, some of you have even visited, though I hope not defaced it like so many do. I think all my Doors albums are on vinyl, maybe I should do something about that.
Sunday morning in Cusco
Another beautiful sunny day in Cusco. Wonder what the temperature is? Must be quite high, well into 20s I would say. So will have to go out and enjoy the sunshine. It's Sunday morning and sitting in Maximo, which is surprisingly empty right now. I think everyone goes out on Saturday nights to discos and such like and they don't get home till dawn or later even. Ahh well nowadays I prefer the early night and early rise, to enjoy the early morning pleasure of Cusco. Too many earlies in that last sentence, but what the hell.
Speaking of good English reminds me that my Spanish is coming along nicely. One day I hope to be able to write in Spanish for this blog. I could do so now but it would not be good for those of you who are not privileged to speak that fine language, and it would not be good for the native Spanish speakers to see their language messed about by me. But one day I will try. I'm by no means fluent but I can hold a good level of conversation so long as people speak nice and slow for me.
I was out with my pals Fernando, who comes from Lima, and Ricardo who is Brazileno, from Sao Paulo, and neither of them speak English, but was able to survive for three hours or more, with a little help from them, so felt quite pleased with myself. Sao Paulo is the biggest city in South America, and apparently, according to Ricardo has a bigger population than all of Peru. But I've not checked his facts. Anyway Sao Paulo is huge and I hope to visit it someday soon, once I've finished with DWP.
Lima is the biggest city in the world built on a desert, although maybe Cairo is bigger. Who really knows? Fernando says Cairo is bigger but Wikipedia says the reverse.One region of Peru, called Loreto, mostly made up of forrest, is bigger than Germany and France combined. So Peru is a big big place and most of it sparsely populated.
Speaking of good English reminds me that my Spanish is coming along nicely. One day I hope to be able to write in Spanish for this blog. I could do so now but it would not be good for those of you who are not privileged to speak that fine language, and it would not be good for the native Spanish speakers to see their language messed about by me. But one day I will try. I'm by no means fluent but I can hold a good level of conversation so long as people speak nice and slow for me.
I was out with my pals Fernando, who comes from Lima, and Ricardo who is Brazileno, from Sao Paulo, and neither of them speak English, but was able to survive for three hours or more, with a little help from them, so felt quite pleased with myself. Sao Paulo is the biggest city in South America, and apparently, according to Ricardo has a bigger population than all of Peru. But I've not checked his facts. Anyway Sao Paulo is huge and I hope to visit it someday soon, once I've finished with DWP.
Lima is the biggest city in the world built on a desert, although maybe Cairo is bigger. Who really knows? Fernando says Cairo is bigger but Wikipedia says the reverse.One region of Peru, called Loreto, mostly made up of forrest, is bigger than Germany and France combined. So Peru is a big big place and most of it sparsely populated.
Saturday, December 03, 2011
Deplorable
Some things happen that really piss me off, and getting pissed off does my pressure no good, but sometimes you just can't help it.
I was at La Policia yesterday morning with Amy who is in charge of the volunteer work here at Maximo Nivel, and a lovely pesron too. She's the Hearts fan, but nothing wrong with that, I say. She had come along to see the project and to work out how else Maximo could help. I think they have decided to start sending food along every morning for the kids breakfast.
I was just introducing her to all the kids and showing her how we spend our time, when in walks this group of primary school age kids accompanied by their teacher and a couple of cops. There were about 20 of them and all dressed up in their immaculate uniforms and crowded into our room which is quite small and dominated by the kids bunk beds etc. In fact not a very nice place at all.
So the teacher begins to tell her kids, that this is where all the bad boys are brought when they have done bad things etc etc. It was like bringing a gang of kids to the zoo. The boys just stared and like us could not believe it. I looked at Amy and could see she was none too chuffed. It took all my willpower to restrain myself from saying something to the idiot teacher.
I'm still angry when I think about it. These kids have been given a seriously poor start in life and to be used like this is quite deplorable. I really felt for my kids. Most of them are either abandoned by their families or ran away from the abuse they suffer. Few of them have ever done anything worse than I'm sure that bloody teacher did in her life.
I better not say anymore about it for now. More posts tomorrow.
I was at La Policia yesterday morning with Amy who is in charge of the volunteer work here at Maximo Nivel, and a lovely pesron too. She's the Hearts fan, but nothing wrong with that, I say. She had come along to see the project and to work out how else Maximo could help. I think they have decided to start sending food along every morning for the kids breakfast.
I was just introducing her to all the kids and showing her how we spend our time, when in walks this group of primary school age kids accompanied by their teacher and a couple of cops. There were about 20 of them and all dressed up in their immaculate uniforms and crowded into our room which is quite small and dominated by the kids bunk beds etc. In fact not a very nice place at all.
So the teacher begins to tell her kids, that this is where all the bad boys are brought when they have done bad things etc etc. It was like bringing a gang of kids to the zoo. The boys just stared and like us could not believe it. I looked at Amy and could see she was none too chuffed. It took all my willpower to restrain myself from saying something to the idiot teacher.
I'm still angry when I think about it. These kids have been given a seriously poor start in life and to be used like this is quite deplorable. I really felt for my kids. Most of them are either abandoned by their families or ran away from the abuse they suffer. Few of them have ever done anything worse than I'm sure that bloody teacher did in her life.
I better not say anymore about it for now. More posts tomorrow.
Thursday, December 01, 2011
Quiero ser tu hijo
Romero hadn't been getting involved very much at La Policia for the past few days, he's been there for five days, so I've spent four days working with him. While all the other kids like to draw and read and stuff like that, he just wanted to mess about, nothing bad but nothing constructive either. But we'd got on well and he always seemed very pleased to see me.
Today when I arrived he told me he wanted to read with me, so as soon as I'd got the other five kids doing something I sat down with him and he read the whole bloody book with me, aloud. He reads well, not perfectly, but as good as most of these kids and was so happy with himself. He just wanted to read and read. Then he took me completely by surprise when he decided that he wanted to draw, having told me all week that he didn't like to draw and that he couldn't do it anyway. In fact it turns out that he's very good at drawing and colouring.
I was so pleased for him, and that he was joining in. He did tend to snatch the pencils he wanted from the rest of them, but after a few words of encouragement and a request for a bit of "tranquilo" he was fine.
A few minutes later he came up to me and giving me a big hug he told me "quiero ser tu hijo" , I want to be your son. Hard to know what to say to that. I was quite taken aback and a little bit upset for him. But I guess it's as big a compliment as I could get, by way of a thank you. And he meant it too.
It's been a busy week at La Policia. There's only one girl there just now. She's a lovely 14 year old who gets beaten up by her step father and then dumped at La Policia by her mother. I've been chatting to her quite a bit and encouraging her to make a report to the police and get him charged but her mother discourages her. I hope she can go to live with her real father which is what she wants.
We were chatting about her education and bits like that. She goes to school in the morning and then to an academia in the afternoons. You can imagine my surprise when it turns out the she is studying karate. So I told her about my tai chi classes and it turns out that she does tai chi too at her academy. She hopes to have her own school one day and teach karate and tai chi. Lets hope she gets all her desires come true. She deserves it and more. I didn't like to ask her if she fought back against her step father with some karate kicks. Lets hope so, or maybe not. But you do just wish that some one would. Maybe Rick could come to sort him out. Rick is my tai chi professor. btw.
Must go hunger calls. Will post more soon.
Today when I arrived he told me he wanted to read with me, so as soon as I'd got the other five kids doing something I sat down with him and he read the whole bloody book with me, aloud. He reads well, not perfectly, but as good as most of these kids and was so happy with himself. He just wanted to read and read. Then he took me completely by surprise when he decided that he wanted to draw, having told me all week that he didn't like to draw and that he couldn't do it anyway. In fact it turns out that he's very good at drawing and colouring.
I was so pleased for him, and that he was joining in. He did tend to snatch the pencils he wanted from the rest of them, but after a few words of encouragement and a request for a bit of "tranquilo" he was fine.
A few minutes later he came up to me and giving me a big hug he told me "quiero ser tu hijo" , I want to be your son. Hard to know what to say to that. I was quite taken aback and a little bit upset for him. But I guess it's as big a compliment as I could get, by way of a thank you. And he meant it too.
It's been a busy week at La Policia. There's only one girl there just now. She's a lovely 14 year old who gets beaten up by her step father and then dumped at La Policia by her mother. I've been chatting to her quite a bit and encouraging her to make a report to the police and get him charged but her mother discourages her. I hope she can go to live with her real father which is what she wants.
We were chatting about her education and bits like that. She goes to school in the morning and then to an academia in the afternoons. You can imagine my surprise when it turns out the she is studying karate. So I told her about my tai chi classes and it turns out that she does tai chi too at her academy. She hopes to have her own school one day and teach karate and tai chi. Lets hope she gets all her desires come true. She deserves it and more. I didn't like to ask her if she fought back against her step father with some karate kicks. Lets hope so, or maybe not. But you do just wish that some one would. Maybe Rick could come to sort him out. Rick is my tai chi professor. btw.
Must go hunger calls. Will post more soon.
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