" What color is a pig? "
I asked the five-year Jimmi, who wanted to paint just to watch painters a pig. Pink piggy pink or something like that, what you hold out as a child picture books learn, I had expected. "Blanco -! White" came the unexpected answer of course was Jimmi almost never in a picture book. looked, including when running around here but the pigs on the premises. And somehow he knows law, the pigs are much more than pink.
The rise [to Fort El Fortin is] not as pleasant as it crossed a huge garbage dump, work on the children too. Most of the kids have told us that they are looking for metals, which they then sell for very little money. Since the workers on the garbage truck, but looking to gather the most out, the kids will not be much left. The sight of this place of work for me was very crass. The smell in the nose was unbearable and the thought that these children have to work there every day to survive, is unimaginable.
The civilian
Our cottage was built last year by Zivihütte Vorvorgängern our own. We have no running water, but have to push this once or twice a week on a Carretón to our cabin. The laundry is washed here on a so-called Lavador. Hand washing is really a tedious work. In Germany, we forget too fast, how good you have it. A washing machine is taken for granted. If I had known earlier how much I would miss our washing machine here, I would have probably spent more time with her and much more appreciated. However, the hand washing its advantages. "What I like very much is that budget work here in a much more real relation to the profit is. For here you have to scrub really well and at the same time economical with the deal itself dragged water to get his clothes clean. In Germany, if the whole finished with a touch of a button ... "my Mitfreiwilliger Paul wrote quite right. This one is a bit picky. For I know that I just this spot on the pants out later was forced to brush by hand. This is clear to me what kind a luxury I enjoyed in Germany. We had a dishwasher - now we wash the dishes in the Lavador, a real toilet - Now a hole in the ground with some concrete around it. This is not to sound judgmental, because even if I miss a few things though, is the experience wonderful. And here I may find a natural, as I have never seen before. We have a bamboo forest outside the door, which bends almost to the breaking of wind. We have countless banana trees in the garden, as well as lime trees, papaya trees, and four large avocado trees directly above our cabin. At night, fireflies fly through the cracks in the house in the rooms and in the morning we wake up to the sun. Of course, not always. People live much more outside than inside.
the garlic in Paul's ear
The attitude to drugs in Nicaragua me is sometimes very strange. On the one hand, there are so-called witches = Brujas, which may aid in disease. On the other hand, it is more common to take medication for every little thing. Not only do you get in any pharmacy any means available in Germany, at least on prescription, but the doctors prescribe their patients a lot of antibiotics and painkillers. As it happened to you, that you get several syringes after a wasp sting, like a friend told me. Or, as in Paul's case: He had a few days long ear pain, which apparently were not too bad, but did not want to disappear. Therefore, Paul visited a doctor, an inflammation of the and found him not only a strong antibiotic, but also a pain killer and a drug against the pressure in the ear was. That helped at first, but after a short time came back complaints. When Angela (our project manager) heard this, she said Paul should stick to a warm garlic overnight in his ear. May sound strange, but helps. After two nights the pain was completely gone.
Yesterday I sat down next to a begging street child who asked me for a peso, and have tried to learn something about him and his story. The boy told me, after some initial hesitation, he sat every day in the same place, the passing cars and people look at anbettele money. He is responsible for ensuring that his family had enough to eat in the evening. His daily earnings "dipende del día", depended on the day. On a holiday, when fewer pedestrians run by Leon, he "earn" less than on a busy weekday. Between my questions and his answers were long moments of silence, but they were not unpleasant. I meant you to feel that it employed the boy that a Chele like me, which he mainly gets money now next to it, continues showing interest in his life and tells of his own life. At that moment I began the road that we considered, be seen from the eyes of the child who was robbed in the true sense of his childhood - no child should be more. Why did I set next to the boy? I think I had at that moment just to know more about this boy's need and, simultaneously, to impart the feeling and the awareness that I am not a typical white tourist who is not interested in his life situation. I think that this is for me part of my job here in Nicaragua. I can not help people with the construction of water systems, because I lack the financial resources and skills. I have faith that my help is in a different way. On an interpersonal level. I change here in Nicaragua is not the world. However, I can change the world of individuals. Learn from them and show interest. Break prejudices of individuals. bring smiles and a touch of hope ...... when I got up and walked away, I looked at the boy who has waved at me and not a second time asked for money ...
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