...for these last posts where I've been complaining that I haven't been doing anything. The money for the stove project just came in, the materials for the world map project will come any day, we're still in the middle of our recycling competition and our corn and beans distribution project, I'm way behind on my part of organizing the environmental camp, and it's time to look ahead to other camps, a vegetable-planting project, etc. etc.
It's nice to be busy and to start every day with a long list of things to do, but some of these things are time-sensitive and have to be finished soon, so now it's crunch time. Which is why I spent January trying to start work on all of these projects, but my community just wasn't having it. It's kind of annoying being pressed for time now when I was just so bored and trying to avoid everything piling up all at once...
Time to run off and hand out corn and beans!
Paz y amor.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Alia Gets Robbed By MS-13
SCENE: On a bus on the way to San Salvador. ALIA dozes in a seat, unable to really sleep because of the blaring regueton music.
The bus stops and lets on a clean-cut, well-dressed GANG MEMBER, who immediately sits down next to ALIA. The following dialouge is all Spanish.
GANG MEMBER (speaking slowly and quickly, rather indecipherable over the music): I am from MS-13...mumble mumble give me money...mumble mumble kiss.
ALIA (prepared to do anything but not really understanding): What?
GANG MEMBER (no longer mentioning gangs or money): I am going to kiss you. Like you're my girlfriend.
ALIA (now convinced she is hearing wrong): Huh? (turns to look with terrified dinner-plate eyes at the COBRADOR, the guy who collects money on the bus. COBRADOR comes over.)
COBRADOR: Is everything all right here? Is he making you uncomfortable?
ALIA (ascertaining that GANG MEMBER has no gun but unsure about a knife. Consciously keeping the same terrified gaze as a hint): Um...no...everything's fine.
COBRADOR: Ok, then! (leaves.)
GANG MEMBER: I'm getting off the bus in Comalapa.
(ALIA is silent, pretending not to understand Spanish.)
GANG MEMBER: Hey, if you take the Autopista highway, you could get to San Salvador faster.
(ALIA, confused at the random travel advice, is still silent.)
GANG MEMBER: Ok, give me a dollar.
ALIA (looking confused): I don't understand.
GANG MEMBER: MONEY!
(ALIA pulls a dollar out of her bookbag and hands it to GANG MEMBER).
GANG MEMBER (grabs Alia's boobs): MORE!
(ALIA'S HERO, a random man sitting behind her, stands up suddenly and pulls a knife, which he holds to GANG MEMBER's back.)
ALIA'S HERO: This guy is a gang member! He's trying to take money from this girl! Get him off the bus!
(ALL THE PASSENGERS explode into exclamations, screams, a woman starts crying. ALIA just kind of blinks. It's pretty early in the morning. GANG MEMBER is escorted off the bus and can be seen boarding another bus.)
ALIA: Hey, he's getting on that bus! Shouldn't they be warned? Call the police?
(EVERYONE shrugs.)
Pretty much the best gang robbery story I've heard, much less experienced.
In other news, another Peace Corps volunteer and her community members came today with corn and beans for my village. We gave them breakfast, oranges and pineapples, and fun was had by all. I'll be excited to sort and donate the food to needy families, if I can keep the village council guy from just giving it to his friends.
Also we are having a community cleanup tomorrow, for which the mayor's office said they would donate face masks, as the dust in our village is making everyone sick. But today they pretended they knew nothing about that promise and the whole thing looks about ready to fall apart, because the principal doesn't want to do the cleanup, which we have planned forever, without the masks. So I'm off to yell at people now. Seriously, I'm sick of this kind of thing.
Paz y amor.
The bus stops and lets on a clean-cut, well-dressed GANG MEMBER, who immediately sits down next to ALIA. The following dialouge is all Spanish.
GANG MEMBER (speaking slowly and quickly, rather indecipherable over the music): I am from MS-13...mumble mumble give me money...mumble mumble kiss.
ALIA (prepared to do anything but not really understanding): What?
GANG MEMBER (no longer mentioning gangs or money): I am going to kiss you. Like you're my girlfriend.
ALIA (now convinced she is hearing wrong): Huh? (turns to look with terrified dinner-plate eyes at the COBRADOR, the guy who collects money on the bus. COBRADOR comes over.)
COBRADOR: Is everything all right here? Is he making you uncomfortable?
ALIA (ascertaining that GANG MEMBER has no gun but unsure about a knife. Consciously keeping the same terrified gaze as a hint): Um...no...everything's fine.
COBRADOR: Ok, then! (leaves.)
GANG MEMBER: I'm getting off the bus in Comalapa.
(ALIA is silent, pretending not to understand Spanish.)
GANG MEMBER: Hey, if you take the Autopista highway, you could get to San Salvador faster.
(ALIA, confused at the random travel advice, is still silent.)
GANG MEMBER: Ok, give me a dollar.
ALIA (looking confused): I don't understand.
GANG MEMBER: MONEY!
(ALIA pulls a dollar out of her bookbag and hands it to GANG MEMBER).
GANG MEMBER (grabs Alia's boobs): MORE!
(ALIA'S HERO, a random man sitting behind her, stands up suddenly and pulls a knife, which he holds to GANG MEMBER's back.)
ALIA'S HERO: This guy is a gang member! He's trying to take money from this girl! Get him off the bus!
(ALL THE PASSENGERS explode into exclamations, screams, a woman starts crying. ALIA just kind of blinks. It's pretty early in the morning. GANG MEMBER is escorted off the bus and can be seen boarding another bus.)
ALIA: Hey, he's getting on that bus! Shouldn't they be warned? Call the police?
(EVERYONE shrugs.)
Pretty much the best gang robbery story I've heard, much less experienced.
In other news, another Peace Corps volunteer and her community members came today with corn and beans for my village. We gave them breakfast, oranges and pineapples, and fun was had by all. I'll be excited to sort and donate the food to needy families, if I can keep the village council guy from just giving it to his friends.
Also we are having a community cleanup tomorrow, for which the mayor's office said they would donate face masks, as the dust in our village is making everyone sick. But today they pretended they knew nothing about that promise and the whole thing looks about ready to fall apart, because the principal doesn't want to do the cleanup, which we have planned forever, without the masks. So I'm off to yell at people now. Seriously, I'm sick of this kind of thing.
Paz y amor.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Valentine's Day and food giveaway
Like every other country in the world with an economy, El Salvador celebrates Valentine's Day. When I first got here, I was happy to find out V-day was called "Dia del amor y la amistad" -- Love And Friendship Day. I always had a problem with Valentine's Day in the States, whether or not I was single, because it commercializes love and is just another excuse to make Hallmark some money. But Friendship Day sounds promising, and cheap too. You don't have to buy your friends things on Friendship Day, I reasoned, you just have to hang out with them.
But my host aunt soured me on Valentine's Day, even here. Some background: I am renting a house that she will inherit, but technically it's not even hers yet and I pay the money to her mother. She, however, has decided that this means she can use my porch whenever she feels like it. On Dia de los Muertos (November 1) she woke me up at 5:30 a.m. to hawk flowers from my porch, and I was super pissed but said nothing because I figured it was just one day out of the year. That day, she at least asked permission, although she knew very well I couldn't stand there and tell her no, even if I was actually bothered by her screeching "FLORES!" right outside before the sun even rose. Which of course I was.
So imagine my surprise when I came home on Saturday to find a Valentine's Day store operating from my porch. "I invaded your space!" my host aunt said brightly, with a big smile. This was even worse than November because a) I hate Valentine's Day commercialization and b) it is much hotter now than it was in November, and I had to stay in my hot house with the metal roof instead of lying in my cool hammock on the porch. In an attempt to cool down, I opened all the windows in my house, which meant that everyone who came to buy anything also stared at me reading, or listening to music, or whatever. And the stuff she was selling was pure crap, and all the writing was English too, which made me mad that Love and Friendship Day is losing its honorability to American commercialization. The Alia's Porch Valentine's Day store lasted for two days straight. And she didn't even ask this time.
Here in El Salvador, there is no concept of renters' rights. Other volunteers have similar stories -- their landlords enter their houses and steal things, or decide to hold church services there while the volunteer is away, or throw random parties in the house while the volunteer is home. We (rightfully, dammit!) have the idea that because we are paying a good deal of money to live in these houses, we have a right to the space even though the place isn't legally ours. For some reason, though, Salvadorans don't see it that way.
In happier news, my community is getting a big donation of corn and beans from another volunteer's community! For Peace Corps volunteers, giveaway projects are always tricky because one a volunteer does one, they are forever branded as a rich American who will give anything away for the asking, and the Peace Corps gets a reputation as a giveaway organization, even though we're really supposed to work with community leaders on projects and are basically prohibited from bringing in money or things without a certain amount of community investment. But this project is Salvadorans donating to other Salvadorans, which makes it special (and amazing!) My volunteer friend was approached by community members who said they wanted to donate to Hurricane Ida victims, and they wanted her help raising money and identifying a needy community. In the end, my community was picked, and I will spend a few happy days this week organizing a corn and beans giveaway!
Paz y amor.
But my host aunt soured me on Valentine's Day, even here. Some background: I am renting a house that she will inherit, but technically it's not even hers yet and I pay the money to her mother. She, however, has decided that this means she can use my porch whenever she feels like it. On Dia de los Muertos (November 1) she woke me up at 5:30 a.m. to hawk flowers from my porch, and I was super pissed but said nothing because I figured it was just one day out of the year. That day, she at least asked permission, although she knew very well I couldn't stand there and tell her no, even if I was actually bothered by her screeching "FLORES!" right outside before the sun even rose. Which of course I was.
So imagine my surprise when I came home on Saturday to find a Valentine's Day store operating from my porch. "I invaded your space!" my host aunt said brightly, with a big smile. This was even worse than November because a) I hate Valentine's Day commercialization and b) it is much hotter now than it was in November, and I had to stay in my hot house with the metal roof instead of lying in my cool hammock on the porch. In an attempt to cool down, I opened all the windows in my house, which meant that everyone who came to buy anything also stared at me reading, or listening to music, or whatever. And the stuff she was selling was pure crap, and all the writing was English too, which made me mad that Love and Friendship Day is losing its honorability to American commercialization. The Alia's Porch Valentine's Day store lasted for two days straight. And she didn't even ask this time.
Here in El Salvador, there is no concept of renters' rights. Other volunteers have similar stories -- their landlords enter their houses and steal things, or decide to hold church services there while the volunteer is away, or throw random parties in the house while the volunteer is home. We (rightfully, dammit!) have the idea that because we are paying a good deal of money to live in these houses, we have a right to the space even though the place isn't legally ours. For some reason, though, Salvadorans don't see it that way.
In happier news, my community is getting a big donation of corn and beans from another volunteer's community! For Peace Corps volunteers, giveaway projects are always tricky because one a volunteer does one, they are forever branded as a rich American who will give anything away for the asking, and the Peace Corps gets a reputation as a giveaway organization, even though we're really supposed to work with community leaders on projects and are basically prohibited from bringing in money or things without a certain amount of community investment. But this project is Salvadorans donating to other Salvadorans, which makes it special (and amazing!) My volunteer friend was approached by community members who said they wanted to donate to Hurricane Ida victims, and they wanted her help raising money and identifying a needy community. In the end, my community was picked, and I will spend a few happy days this week organizing a corn and beans giveaway!
Paz y amor.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Fijese que
I might have already written a post about this, but it's been dominating my life lately so I'll talk about it again. It is pretty much impossible to get work done in a community where everyone keeps coming up with excuses not to do anything at all. I realized lately that for every project I do here, I basically have to do all the work myself, when I'm supposed to be working WITH the community. Sometimes I can't even do something myself because I need help from someone else in the form of transport, financial aid, etc., and they say they'll help but every day they say, "Let's do it tomorrow." I've even gotten frustrated and put my foot down, saying, "But you always say tomorrow/next week/etc," and still they find a way to put things off. It's like they're trying to make my life miserable.
A Peace Corps higher-up from Nicaragua is coming to visit my community soon to talk about "non-formal environmental education" -- that is, environmental education that doesn't take place in schools. My boss picked my community for her to come see because we have a youth group and a committee for the wood-saving stove project, which would both be examples of non-formal education if either of them actually organized or did work. My boss knows that neither of these groups are actually functional, but they are possibly the best he's got. I think other environmental education volunteers have the same problems with community organization as I do, since we are assigned to schools and not communities. But it is still impossible to get anything done at the school without the support of outside members of the community, which I do not have, or the support of the principal, which I don't really have either. My principal doesn't outright veto my projects, but he makes it very difficult for me to do anything by never being around and never providing the help he says he will.
So this director from Nicaragua will probably come and no one from my community will come to the meeting, or maybe like two people will and they won't really be able to talk about the projects we've worked on because we've barely been able to do anything. Can't wait!
Hopefully I will feel more positive the next time I write...
Paz y amor.
A Peace Corps higher-up from Nicaragua is coming to visit my community soon to talk about "non-formal environmental education" -- that is, environmental education that doesn't take place in schools. My boss picked my community for her to come see because we have a youth group and a committee for the wood-saving stove project, which would both be examples of non-formal education if either of them actually organized or did work. My boss knows that neither of these groups are actually functional, but they are possibly the best he's got. I think other environmental education volunteers have the same problems with community organization as I do, since we are assigned to schools and not communities. But it is still impossible to get anything done at the school without the support of outside members of the community, which I do not have, or the support of the principal, which I don't really have either. My principal doesn't outright veto my projects, but he makes it very difficult for me to do anything by never being around and never providing the help he says he will.
So this director from Nicaragua will probably come and no one from my community will come to the meeting, or maybe like two people will and they won't really be able to talk about the projects we've worked on because we've barely been able to do anything. Can't wait!
Hopefully I will feel more positive the next time I write...
Paz y amor.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Crime and publishment
I'm at a ciber cafe in the city of Zacatecoluca and it was a bitch to get here! I came to go to the bank and run some errands, and the buses are running off schedule because the main route that goes to Zacate from the capital is on strike, which affects every other bus that goes to Zacate as they try to pick up the slack, I guess.
The reason for the strike? One of the bus drivers was recently killed by gang members. Bus drivers and cobradores (men who walk up and down the aisles collecting money) have really dangerous jobs because they often get extorted for all the money collected on the bus that day. Every now and then one of them gets killed and the rest of them strike to protest the violence.
Another one of my current plans has been derailed by violence: the theater group I run was going to perform in another volunteer's site this week, but that has been postponed because there was just a mass shooting there which killed 7 people.
To reassure everyone that I am not in danger, I never ride the bus at night which is when all the gang activity goes down, and the previously-mentioned massacre seems to be gang-on-gang violence that occurred by a river far away from anyone's house. Peace Corps is good about taking care of our security needs.
Finally...do you all remember the blog post I wrote after Michael Jackson died? Well, that was published in the Peace Corps/El Salvador newsletter, and then one of the higher-ups from Peace Corps/Costa Rica came for a visit and brought the newsletter back to show the volunteers that edit the Costa Rica newsletter. They ended up emailing me for permission to reprint the Michael Jackson article. I'm a famous international journalist after all!
Paz y amor.
The reason for the strike? One of the bus drivers was recently killed by gang members. Bus drivers and cobradores (men who walk up and down the aisles collecting money) have really dangerous jobs because they often get extorted for all the money collected on the bus that day. Every now and then one of them gets killed and the rest of them strike to protest the violence.
Another one of my current plans has been derailed by violence: the theater group I run was going to perform in another volunteer's site this week, but that has been postponed because there was just a mass shooting there which killed 7 people.
To reassure everyone that I am not in danger, I never ride the bus at night which is when all the gang activity goes down, and the previously-mentioned massacre seems to be gang-on-gang violence that occurred by a river far away from anyone's house. Peace Corps is good about taking care of our security needs.
Finally...do you all remember the blog post I wrote after Michael Jackson died? Well, that was published in the Peace Corps/El Salvador newsletter, and then one of the higher-ups from Peace Corps/Costa Rica came for a visit and brought the newsletter back to show the volunteers that edit the Costa Rica newsletter. They ended up emailing me for permission to reprint the Michael Jackson article. I'm a famous international journalist after all!
Paz y amor.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Picking up the pace
February is here and thank GOD it looks like I finally have stuff to do. I'm just about to leave San Salvador after a meeting we had to plan a GLOW (Girls Leading Our World) camp. I'm really excited for this camp, as it will teach teenage girls about leadership, goal setting and even some much-needed sex ed.
Paz y amor.
Now that the school is less busy with uniforms and back-to-school administrative stuff, I have more of an opportunity to do work there as well. And fiestas patronales are finally over, which means other people are finally willing to get some work done as well.
Here's a picture I took at one of the entradas during our fiestas patronales...it was at my school director's house, which he totally did up.
Here is a really cool rock at Playa Tunco, where we went to say goodbye to one of our group members (I've been bad with photos lately, sorry)
Paz y amor.
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