2008 Jul 18 2008
DAY 5 THE ROADS
THE ROADS
Lima 17 July 2008
On my fifth day, the one that begins before the other, frego the alarm and get behind: 4.45, quadrante blue marks on my right wrist ... For the truth ', I must thank the sopa liters daily ingurgito that, because' if I levo so 'soon' just because 'the night I will return the bladder the size of a basketball ball and, at some point, although I have to do something.
Cosi 'I get up, fatigue and' fixes, such as an enchanted horn.
But not 'time Cianci, I worked with ice cubes that are out of the tap and out' with my "space toilet" and fly under the plan, where I expect Mario to load the crates to Cañete and prepare a 'breakfast to be consumed on the go.
"15 sandwiches, with the inevitable mermelada de fresa, should be sufficient ..." I think while wraps around the sandwiches in paper towels, take a bottle of natural yoghurt drink and "Sailing".
We are three, I, Mario and Julio (a driver), on the streets of Lima, with a super-van, Renault, when not even the 6 ...
We leave the city 'plan that wakes up in the celestial lights of the first day ... Julio tells of having been attacked shortly before the coming all'Hogar, three were attacked and robbed him (24 soles and the phone, the booty), Lima and 'well', do not you trust, ever.
Take the motorway, the legendary carretera Panamericana, the backbone sudamericana that, at the foot of the distant cordillera of Argentina, became the epic Ruta 40 ... Crossing monotonous scenery and for this fascinating ... the desert of Peru 'does not wait; costeggiamo l' Ocean Pacific, pointing to the south, destination Cañete.
We arrived after almost two hours of bounce and sand, asphalt and oblivion ... Yes', forgetfulness, because 'here that life seems to have forgotten herself ... villages are made of "case" that does not seem that other boxes of shoes , old and broken, separated by way of yellow earth and wind ...
They have services, these places, but they are full of people, dirty and swarming.
Cañete, a small crowd of little semidiroccate whose full name and 'Vicente de Cañete, and' a cloud of dust as they move in swarms confused mototaxi tricycles precarious and colorful, and 'a confusion of people and children, dogs rovistano in the trash and old stands that go with the wheels, between the exhaust gases and congestion going to malandate machines of the 80s ...
Last year, this town has suffered the effects of a bad earthquake (2 minutes of the earthquake, I raccontera 'then Paul, with shocks of adjustment for the following two months ...), then, everything and' Left com'era destroyed and abandoned. People have accepted the event with resignation, adattandosici slowly throughout Latin America.
The boxes and get a "home" of a corpulent lady and smiling, the children help us with good will ', chat a few minutes, the time to pick up a plastic bag full of tomatoes for Father Zeffirino (their gratitude for the gesture of charity ') and start at a time of Lima.
I have always believed that the change of perspective, in things, help to discover new sides, obscure and hidden, before fleeing ... to do this road on the contrary does not add anything to anything. You can feel that, outside of Lima and its suffocating urban concentration, there is nothing but earth.
Let's go back to the center that already 'on here and' in an advanced stage now and 'Thursday', the round of pregnant mothers (las embarazadas). But I do not have time to make a turn on myself that are again on board the van, only this time with Julio, assigned the seat Peruvian "Mother Courage" to withdraw food and medicines for newborns, donated all'Hogar San Camilo Humanitaria by Caritas.
Julio and 'a kind of great intuition, I understand that when I realize that takes advantage of our mandate the collection of donations to make a turn idle that I do see some' of Ciudad ...
So 'my eyes sparkling sights', you move fast between the buildings of the center of the colorful capital of Peru', the camera and 'all'Hogar, practically would have been leaving in Syracuse ... because if I try to take it back risk an ambush after another ...
Let giallissimo front of the Monastery of San Francisco and close to the Church of Santa Rosa, so 'scorron the Ayuntamiento and the Rio Rimac (torrent cruza Lima) and other roads populated by hundreds of limeños in perpetual turmoil.
The impression that the truck sits next to me along the way back to base, and 'to find myself in a city' too big, with too many people and too little work and too little money ... and the clear feeling 'that to be the last inch of a lit fuse: Lima seems to be a "bomb". All must live in some way, licit or illicit. It 'a battle that seems to repeat itself more than a day after another ... and so forward' ...
I still have this thought in mind when returning from the four corridors of "my" cloister yellow and blue.
Mangio quiet, and now the rite 'become mechanical, since my first day here, and I' was given a plastic tray, in this big closet in the kitchen, to store my dishes.
Near the handle's' written "Martin," but I did not ask who it is' what has happened ... (although I can imagine ...), so that and only that 'the place of "my" things to eat, that workers, like everyone else, after every meal. And even that.
In the afternoon, watch the mothers. The expectant mothers of children who carry on her lap ... they have the fear in the eyes, with no distinguishable empowering '... them, "positive", that their puppy hope for a miracle ... they will confirm only when the baby' will 'almost two years prior to that time, the virus does not manifest itself even more for medical checks' advanced.
There 'a pale sun in the sky white, but there'; Chats with Father Zeffirino, with Gabriela, with Paul ... are beautiful moments, full of serenity '. Seem to be a family and we are not. Or maybe you 'in some form.
With Paul talking about the holidays for children starting July 26, perhaps, for a variety of things on which we confront openly Huancayo (3400mt above sea level, north-east of Lima) would be my destination. But you will see '.
Gabi with us, instead we have just twenty minutes. Tells me that it 'came here May 14 this year ... in the van! A child traveling in the loss of a "divine" (so 'defines it), done without money but with a strong determination ... three days, from Mendoza in Lima, crossing the north of Chile, to achieve his dream for ... which still do not want to wake up ...
In the middle of the afternoon I work for some paper work that I do on behalf of Maribel; system some newspaper articles about HIV (the symbol of AIDS in peruano) that will be attached to the dashboard information.
I close the afternoon with a game of volleyball with the workers dell'Hogar, Saturday and Sunday are the Camillians games for adults, and I, too, not difficult to gain a place in the team for the weekend will Hogar ' rely on a new jugador.
The dinner, 'was the best since I am here. Although Father Zeffirino not served wine tonight. He instead gave a speech to the importance of food to combat the virus ... And 'firmly convinced that the method, cleaning, proper nutrition, care of themselves, the movement and interaction with others are very powerful tools against the progress of the disease, which has beaten both, at this point.
"Somos una comunidad," he said at the end ... explaining that the mutual aid and 'fundamental. I think it intended not only in circumstances.
Tomorrow should consider Paul tabs in 30 children "followed by AIB, arrange to take jobs in Italy and to evaluate which of them andra 'where to spend the coming winter holidays.
Last these lines after having done the service of "catering" external, even tonight, los pobres I now know and recognize me, I welcome, I hope the good ...
It 'incredible to find out where to find shelter so easy' ... in my unconscious friends Peruvians, polite and kind ...
Goodnight to you, tonight, friends ... poor poor never friends.
Oscar
