Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
was that it was to hot, habia tanto sol to plant the trees. so we went
to dig the holes. cuatro huecas; four people. do you think we each dug a hole and
had done with it in a ten minute Moment? No. we watched Lourdes as she
showed us how to mark the holes. not even dig them entirely just mark there spots.
remember that these hole are maybe a foot wide and probably not even 10 inches
deep. after she marked the first hole, i grab el pico and started to
dig the second one. i was doing my best to just dig the hole straight out,
but no. "just mark it." they said. "come back later and dig the whole hoya"
so that's what happened. three stood around while one person marked the ground
for where the holes would go: finishing that we went to the garden, where there
was some turning of the ground to to not much a thin line, perhaps eleven feet
on each side of a planting bed. This was explain and the task demonstrated. then
we began to learn about the plants in the garden. as interest in as this was, "Los
huecos a mi me gritaban from their shallow bottoms "abranos y el suelo del jardin
me gratada "turname" finally i was allowed to work; el pico a mano fui a abrir
los huecos. on the third one (after perhaps, perhaps fifteen minutes - i stopped in the
shade after the second, the pick broke on a rock: maldito pico! maldita roca!
i went inside to report the development (all my IDS expectations come rushing back,
like my life flashing before my eye in that epiphanal moment before death. the irony
not lost) not seeming to shook about it, they send me to the carpentry shop. There
i met a fellow sitting in a chair looking out the door, at nothing in particular. his
compañero sits at the back of the shop: They both gather round and marvel at how much
force i must have been using, in other words, how hard i had been working, in order to break the pick.
they tell me they can fix it, but not today! they don't have the right wood.
and finally they say that famous word "mañana" stunned,
but 'not surprised, i won't push the matter. "para hoy que descansa." Even though
i'm told it's impossible i take the shovel and finish the last of the holes and
move on to the garden. which i finish despite the audience of coffee drinking, smoking
Cubans. who just want me to take a break.
llegamos en la lucha de siempre
ayer la lucha para siempre nos recibio dos mas guerillas. salieron bien los vuelos
desde Canada; pero la llegada a Cuba tomo tanto tiempo en la aduana. trajimos
dos laptops cada uno de Katie y Yo, pero solo esta permitado a sacar uno del aeropuerto.
entonces despues de una vida en la fila de aduana, y intentos sin limitas las deja mos
dos laptops allí Ias que podemos consiguir otro día con documentos del instituto de investigaciones
forestales, y unos papules legales de la aduana.
al fin Salimos del aeropuerto y fuimos directemante de nuestra hogar en la Habana,
la Contacté a Orlidia y nos arreglamos de conocernos el proximo dia. todavia la esperamos
It is hard to breath in Cuba. You can see the strangled economy in the
delapatated buildings and the frown lines, grimaces on the peoples faces. Sometimes
it takes nothing short of a miracle to find eggs. but...
i still find dapart of me longing for the life i see of people leaning on their fences
like they don't have (though i know they have many) a care in the world, and nothing is
happening (which it isn't).
y como es la lucha de siempre
Friday, September 12, 2008
Hoping that our wonderful 7 international interns will find time and reason to post regularly on this blog and keep us up to date on the great projects and exciting possibilities they come across while settling in to their respective host countries!