2008 July 24 2008
DAY 11, LA CUNA
LA CUNA
Lima July 23, 2008
Missing a few days for my greeting all'Hogar, and I feel it.
He warns them to escape even more 'when I learn, the early morning, which, for an official invitation to a Congress that will take place on VIH' here in Lima, organized by UNICEF, dall'ONUSIDA and other leading institutions in the area, Father Ceferino will miss' three days.
The three prior to their departure for Huancayo.
Avro 'three evenings, a little more', to share with him the last words ... South American
He has his eyes sharp and agile, when I shall prescribe the provisions for the day, before I go ...
E 'on the first day ever that spend' without him - I think - and wakes me the ability 'organizations ... to coordinate operations to reorder some things, like comandatomi, using Jose' and Jesus, to which end it, commissioned a handmade necklaces to keep busy and to take advantage of some souvenir limen "home made" ...
"I'll pay 'euro' I say, smiling, and already 'the shining eyes.
He put the new glasses and gets under patiently, Jesus ...
The Hogar in the meantime and 'populated, children and the mothers have given them, invading an increasingly noisy' family.
Today is the 'day of the babies' and, like every Wednesday, 'Gabriela by the cradle, or the well-equipped nursery center, which employs about fifteen strollers, cribs and many a wardrobe overflowing with diapers for all ages' neonatal .
I first give her a hand with a free field, remove the camera like the Excalibur and go down in "battle". I refer almost all of the photos "lost" in the days when I could not stop my moments ... greedy, hunting expressions, colors, faces, intervals of space ...
But the light of Lima and 'what is', and I play against.
I soon find myself with little Mary in my arms Heaven (8 months), with a runny nose that fountain and weeping mentioned that I was able to quickly put down ... we do a few photos, before his mother to come and recover; here Indeed, women are indoctrinated to care for them and feeding their children with them are visited by the doctors of the center, are heard by the social worker and is delivered to the ration of milk and bread, prepared Hoge . All this time, we outreach to curb the uncontrollable energy of peruanitos ...
Soon my work, sometimes awkward, until Paul called me for the minutes on AIB, makes me see the colorful children's drawings did deliver on Saturday on vegetables (!) ... We attach to each child's drawing card with a photo and some information of context. I also made a cd of pictures to take with us, and 'precise, Paolo, simple, one can' make good expectations, and 'Italian ...
Gave him 50 euros and asked him to change (here, the exchange is done on the street, well escorted, negotiating rates with tenacity ...) Tomorrow I will have 'like' my first soles.
Eat separate one time or later, and does not grasp why, but it should be so '. We get together soon, however, 'not just cleaned up the dishes, to go out and buy some things with Gabi and Jesus.
It goes through the streets, air and 'pestilential and, therefore, almost reassuring ... lead me through the crowded streets of the Barrio Chino, the neighborhood east reeks of everything that swarms with vendors and customers.
Well yes', there are of us, let alone here, the Chinese.
We know but we pretend not to know: there are now colonizing, not too many ... they are veiled and everywhere, occupy real section of a city ', the pruning of the original inhabitants and acting on them, confused and ordered according to their particular system.
We enter and exit from markets multistorey, mixed with the people and the smells do not hesitate to attaccarcisi him ... and resist.
The lap 'was short, we are already at 15' all'Hogar, but it 'was another unexpected window on the anchor "unknown" Lima: the puzzle piece without gaining a new glimpse of his plan ...
Do 'to eat dry bread and remnants of chopped vegetables to our peacock, just darling children HOG.
There he rests today. Enjoying each other's company and always magic cloister ...
I receive new items, from Italy ... in the afternoon to climb Peruvian lingers, listening with love words and accents neighbors say it again, where I am and what I miss. Those minutes I rejoice I am sad in one sense ...
Mario cut my present thought his son, Valentino, 5 years, beautiful and minutes, due to the illness that complicates the growth ... I smile a lot, I pulled my beard until I hurt, I called the tio, but does not know my As ...
And 'under retroviral treatment, Valentino, unaware of her daily struggle not regress ... As Pope', but knows very well that this story ...
The tiny Palomita instead cries. Search for the mother, like every child.
Not 'yet been baptized, and the mother suggests that we do ... We froze ... (we only 48 hours) ... we become quietly without accepting openly available ... We know that every parent wants the best for their child, and to obtain and 'ready to do anything (or almost ...), perhaps the mother of brown Paloma's trying ... volendoci "lock" to a role that could bring an unexpected economy. I have full consciousness, burned.
But I think 'that the child has, first of all things, the need' to be baptized, without calculation. E 'brittle, frail, la niña.
Then time and the unpredictable dynamics, will do the rest - I think without too much further. We'll see.
It is almost evening, in this Wednesday 'crowded and quiet.
Strap on a guitar, one of many of Father Ceferino not yet returning home, and starts to play the harp ... the kids rush slowing, educated, fascinated, chained by the spell of the music that is spreading in the quadrangle of arcades ... A photo taken, and not 'that beautiful hour ...
The cradle is empty, the light becomes weak, s'e 'done the time.
Tidy up our areas, without haste, and Maribel took advantage of a new holiday 'to give me a cd of Peru', there 'a card that says "a small remembrance for a great friend, the thing without any shyness melts me ... I smile, the hug.
When Father Ceferino fall and 'already' dark forwarded, and 'out of breath, and I'm not surprised.
We have dinner in many tonight, we'll be 'of a score, too much' remains something for our friends in the street ... And with this two nights that make them "abandoned" ... look elsewhere ... or are still waiting ...
Gabriela at the end of dinner, gave me a A4 lists the times and amounts 'of drugs that Alex has to take daily and regularly' (from Saturday he will be 'under my' authority ' "you will go' to Huancayo, and he will '' just 'me ...) I give him' a quick read ... I become seriously the thought that this baby takes one day a number of tablets and medicines than what I got myself in my entire life ... He's only 10 years but obeys certainly frightened.
There they are 'now in the mist of the first night, plan to talk with Jon and Juan Carlos (a new patient arrives tonight ... does the fisherman, and' a boy not yet thirty years ...), waiting for sleep to overwhelm us ...
Reached my bed, I carried her the "little" thoughts ... Mary Heaven, Valentino, Palomita ... and all the stories that, somehow, trying to become great.
Goodnight to all the cradle, no exceptions.
Oscar
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