2008 24 July 2008
Day 11, La Cuna
LA CUNA
Lima July 23, 2008
Missing few days to my greeting HOG, and feel.
He warns them to escape even more 'when she learns, early in the morning, that an official invitation for 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 miss' three days.
The three prior to their departure for Huancayo.
Avro 'three nights a little more', to share with him the last words ... South American
He has his eyes sharp and agile when I gives the provisions for the day, before leaving ...
It 's the first day ever that spend' without him - I think - and wakes me the ability 'organizational ... coordinate the operations of reorganization of certain things, like comandatomi, using Jose' and Jesus, which, end it, commissioned some 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.
Put on his glasses and puts new patiently, Jesus ...
The Hogar in the meantime and 'populated, children and the mothers have given them, invading a shouting more and more' family.
Today 'the day the baby' and, like every Wednesday, 'Gabriela by the cradle, or the facilities of the nursery center, which has fifteen strollers, cribs and many a wardrobe overflowing with diapers for all ages' neonatal .
I first give her a hand with a free field, pull out the camera like the Excalibur and go down to "battle". I follow almost all of the photos "lost" in the days when I could not stop my moments ... greedy, let out expressions, colors, faces, spaces ranges ...
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 the runny nose and a fountain weeping mentioned that I was able to quickly put down ... we do some photos, before his mother comes to the recall, 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 they are given the ration of milk and bread, prepared dall'Hogar . Throughout this time, we waved to curb the uncontrollable energy of peruanitos ...
Soon my work, sometimes awkward, until I shall call Paul to report on AIB, makes me see the colorful children's drawings on Saturday make facts vegetables (!) ... Attach to each child's drawing tab with a photo and some background information. I also creates a CD image to carry around, and 'precise, Paul, simple, one can' make good expectation: and 'Italian ...
Gave him 50 euros and the task of change (here, the change is made to the road, well escorted, negotiating rates with tenacity ...) tomorrow I'll have 'like' my first soles.
We eat separately, those who after the first, and why I take, but it should be so '. We gather, however, soon ', not just cleaned up the dishes, to go out and buy some things with Jesus and Gabi.
You go on the streets, air and 'pestilential and, therefore, almost reassuring ... lead me through the crowded streets of the Barrio Chino, the eastern district smelling everything and teems with vendors and customers.
Well yes, 'we are, let alone here, the Chinese.
We know but pretend not to know: there are colonizing, not too many and are everywhere ... covertly occupy real slices of the 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 multilevel, mixed with the smells and people who do not hesitate to attaccarcisi him ... and resist.
The lap 'was short, we are already at 15' HOG, but it 's been another unexpected window on the anchor "unknown" Lima, the earns a new puzzle piece It did not see his design ...
Do 'to eat dry bread and chopped vegetables to the remains of our peacock, now darling children dell'Hogar.
There he rests today. Enjoying each other's company and always magical cloister ...
I receive new items, from Italy ... in the afternoon to climb Peruvian lingers, listening with love words and accents neighbors, who says to me where I am and what I miss. Those minutes I rejoice I am sad in one sense ...
Mario I cut the present thought his son, Valentino, 5 years, beautiful and minute, because of the disease which complicates the growth ... I smile a lot, I pulled my beard until I hurt, I called the tio, but does not know my name ...
And 'under retroviral treatment, Valentino, unconscious of its daily struggle not regress ... As Pope', but knows very well that this story ...
The tiny Palomita crying instead. Search mother, like every child.
It 's not yet been baptized, and her mother gives us ... we are forbidden to do so ... (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 'willing to do anything (or almost ...), perhaps the mother of Paloma Brown is trying ... If we seek to "lock" a role that could bring an unexpected economy. I have full consciousness, burned.
But I think 'that the child has, first of all, the need' to be named, without calculation. And '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 Father Ceferino still not returning home, and I get to play the harp ... the kids rush slowing, educated, fascinated, chained by the spell of the music that spreads in the quadrangle of arcades ... A picture taken and not 'that beautiful half an hour ...
The cradle is empty, the light becomes weak, He's' done time.
Tidied our areas, without haste, and Maribel advantage of a new quiet 'to give me a cd of Peru', there 'a note that says "a small remembrance for a great friend", it melts me without any shyness ... I smile, the hug.
When Father Ceferino fall and 'already' sent darkness, and 'out of breath, and I'm not surprised.
Tonight we dine in many, we will be more 'than twenty, because too many' remains something for our friends in the street ... And with this two nights that make them "abandoned" or else ... ... We are still waiting ...
Gabriela at the end of dinner I delivered an A4 lists the times and quantity 'of drugs that Alex has to take daily and regularly' (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 child takes a day a number of tablets and medicines than what I've got my whole life ... He's only 10 years but obeys definitely afraid.
There they are 'now in the mist of the first night, plan to talk with Jon and Juan Carlos (a new patient arrived tonight ... does the fisherman, and' a young man not yet thirty years ...), waiting for sleep to overwhelm us ...
Reached my bed, I carried her "little" thoughts ... Mary Heaven, Valentino, Paloma ... and all the stories that, somehow, trying to become great.
Goodnight to all the cradle, no exceptions.
Oscar
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