Il rincontro con Honduras, con le verdi colline, la gente conosciuta, i colleghi, la citta' mi ha investito di ricordi ritrovati e carica emozionale, sento di aver lasciato delle impronte qui ... quasi che questo viaggio sia stato a boomerang effect-the-bloodshed here in the camp ...
The mission was intended to make a diagnosis of the situation of the national community 'of women and black Afro-compared to the HIV / AIDS, identify weaknesses and the strengths on which to leverage to reduce the spread of the virus and strengthen community leadership '.
The head of the work and 'Epsy Campbell, a black woman, Leader and Coordinator of the Black Parliament of the Americas. Before you get in politics, Epsy played the saxophone for 10 years. Everything 'which invests it with passion and intensity' and joy, and his public speeches always make me shudder because 'they have a vision holistic, spiritual and vibrant of all content. On the evening of celebration in the School of Human Rights of Afro-Colombian leaders, Epsy remember the ancestors, the steps taken by the same ancestors and the need 'to remember with joy. Why 'death and' for the black race festaggiamento reason, just because 'is closely linked to life.
PRMI 3 days I have passed the mission hard 'cause waking up at 6 every morning to go for 3 or 4 hours a unpaved road, including streams and mounds, to the community' of Ciriboya, Cusuna and La Playa, before arriving Irion and in Battal, the door of Mosquitia, and that 'the rainforest of Honduras, all compared to Africa of Central America.
communities' views are + or less 6000 people without access to electricity, drinking water, to public health services, the last few months have built the first school, near a huge tree. First classes were held cool under this tree.
meetings with the communities' were held outdoors in the countryside, in the presence of the mayor, school teachers and school director. People have a certain look tired but curious eyes are full of questions and imagination. The theme of the meeting and 'explore the theme of AIDS in their society', as the levels of incidence of the virus are higher in communities 'and Afro-there' said the 20 years between the blacks disappear from the earth for it. From
dialogue, questions, answers, he noted the presence of so many needs' that went beyond the basic need to prevent the virus. I realize that there is' a huge gap between the development policies of the organizations int. And institutions and the real state of the people living in such conditions. And the bridge between the two is difficult to build for several reasons: the Afro-cultural actors are born, they behave differently from us and other codes; communicative messages come from too many sources of information and are lost along the way, until it is incorporated in an evil way, the practical-needs' are too elementary, political and political leaders are not interested. We have seen
to Graduacion / Diplomatura Leaders of Afro-School of Human Rights, with lots of dancing and ceremony, in which most 'times Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela were appointed and recalled with fervor.
The days have been more tegu 'officers, with three meetings with other Deputies of the Honduran Parliament, the representative of UNICEF, the wife of the president, and some NGOs. I have found short in the midst of big shots, but I learned to be myself and not take me by e-performance anxiety-from inferiority complex 'because they are always the most' giovanicella group. E-
was also wonderful to meet the friends of the NGO Libre Expresion: remembering the children, Perez, Marisela y Tania ... review photos resulting from the project that I created ... recognize the strength of Wendy, a girl of 20 years now and Honduran-ordinator of the NGO
the street a woman stops me, calling me across the street, I do not recognize ... and 'the woman cleaning the office which has become a double and greets me with love and smiles ...
It 's not changed anything in tegu, the same chaos, the same dust, same sky, same night lights that turn into princess of the night ... when the plane flew over the green mounds of Honduras, the heart and 'filled with emotion ... as if the experience of the past had made a dive into this and with joy in front of my eyes are past several frames, la mia casa con il balcone sulla valle, il parco dove andavo a correre, la donne che vendeva i fiori all'angolo, le serate con Mijke a parlare della vita sul balcone, le prime sfide al lavoro, l'evento musicale nella piazza, etc...
Poi una volta arrivata ero impaziente di camminare per le strade di sentire, vedere cosa era cambiato, sentirmi in un certo senso di nuovo padrona di quel posto, dimostrare a me stessa che era come se mai me ne fossi andata da li'.... Ma l'ambiente mi ha sorpreso: nulla e' cambiato, e l'Honduras continuera' ad essere una terra dimenticata da Dio, e dal flusso della globalizzazione e del capitalismo travolgente, che pure qui arriva ma si esprime in termini molto puntuali. Ritornare in Honduras mi ha in un certo made sense to understand that cooperation can 'really do very little to the development of a country, especially if you replace the role of the State should take the responbialita' public to ensure the welfare of his people and development.
I saw people at work, the majority and I 'looked aged, somewhat resigned, a little demoralized ... as petrified in their offices ... what a strange feeling!
In some sense this visit to Honduras, how nice bitterness on the one hand, and other consciousness of time:
- bitter, bitter taste in my mouth for a country that is in a sense, crystallized in the mechanisms of cooperaiozne, the comings and goings of funds to NGOs who suck big donors, they do a workshop and let people almost as before, bitterness and resignation that oozes from the skin of this earth;
- consciousness of time and relativism, as we choose to live ... I spent half a year in Honduras, and after half an hour I was in Tegucigalpa, and wandered in search of signs that make me feel at home, I have wondered: How the heck did I live there 'for so long??
The answer is' that every place and 'what' that live inside ... so that even a place with no stimuli, basically flat and monotonous becomes vibrant and colorful if you live it intensely and gifts enthusiasm and passion to what 'you do. So at the end of the Honduras prorpio gave me this vision on. Realistic, optimistic in life ... a friend cooperante dell'Honduras diceva: Tegucigalpa e' come uno specchio, e' come sei tu dentro!....
e vi abbraccio ad uno ad uno
Anna
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