Chaparri - Chiclayo

donderdag 2 december 2010

Our own project ...

Dear family members, friends, colleagues,

After being here a couple of months, I have become more and more familiar with the local community. I’m sure you can imagine that it is completely different here to the Belgium I’m used to. Personally, I had prepared myself for the worst: sleeping on the floor, no shower, always the same, simple food, no television,...
Now of course AFS has made sure that al participants are residing in well-off families. That is also the only possibility because our families don’t receive compensation to house us and feed us! I wonder where al that money I paid AFS is going to.

I came here with a plan to make a real difference. As often however, this is foolishly overconfident and it is not at all that easy to accomplish. I was required to modify my plan a couple of times. After much discussion with my colleagues here at Don Bosco, I set out last weekend with Maud (a volunteer from Brussels) to get to know my target area. With a sturdy Peruvian bodyguard on either side, we scouted the border of Chiclayo by mototaxi. The mission was to finally see with our own eyes the poverty we hear so much about, but most of which remains well hidden if you don’t make your way outside the commercial centre.

Driving over the exaggeratingly dented dirt roads, with the wind in your hair and the blistering sun right above, you would almost feel like being on a safari in Africa. Until at one point, the powerful smell of garbage reaches you nostrils and looking around you notice the huge heaps of rotting trash lying in the streets. Our mototaxi maneuvers a way through the waste and we pass the first poverty-stricken houses. Suddenly our driver Edgar stops and says he won’t go any further due to safety reasons. This leaves us no other option than to continue on foot while Edgar remains behind to guard his vehicle. Escorted by Donato we look around, absorbing our environment.  Children in dirty clothes, sometimes shoeless, watch us with amazed eyes. We don’t see many men, they are busy working in the city. We knock on the door of a more solid looking house and wait. 4 houses later the door finally opens and we are met by a mother of 3 children. After a ‘buenas dias’ and a courageous attempt to clarify our intentions, Donato takes over. Out of the conversation Maud and I conclude that FOOD, CLOTHES and SHOES are needed the most. We say our goodbyes and return to the mototaxi, ready to visit Cruz de la Esperanza, one of the poorest neighbourhoods of Chiclayo.
After half a day of visiting 5 different neighbourhoods, the experiences we witnessed are intense and hopefully only tiny compared to what we shall experience if our plan becomes reality.

What is our actual plan?
First of all we would like to make clear that this action is completely independant from AFS. It is a personal initiative without making  any profit.We, 8 AFS participants, are going to raise money from you, the rich Europe. With that money we will buy food, clothes and shoes. Afterwards, with the help of local AFS volunteers and our taxi-duo, we will go from door to door in Cruz de la Esperanza, giving the people what they need most. To make things go smoothely, we are applying a system that has been recomended to us by Donato. We are going to try to take a look in each house in advance to give the people (with special attention to children!) a cupon stating what they should receive, for example: 4 pairs of children’s shoes, 3 shirts and food. This way we are hoping to reach as many families as possible. After having made an overview we will, depending on the amount of money gathered, stock up on material. Then we can go back and hand out to the people with a cupon.

Ofcourse most of you don’t realize the value of money here and what you can purchase with it. We aren’t expecting you to make huge donations but hope that with these realistic examples we can make you realize that even the tiniest donation can mean a lot to these people.

1 euro is currently worth 3.7 soles
1 pair of children’s slippers                         3 Soles                
1 pair of slippers                                             7 Soles
1 pair of shoes                                                 10 soles
100 bananas                                                     16 Soles
50 kg  potatoes                                                30 Soles
1 children’s shirt                                             6 Soles
1 shirt                                                                  9 Soles

The prices depend on where you buy and in what quantity. Luckily we have already received quite a few helpful addresses; for instance you’ll find the cheapest shoes in Trujillo and we know that for cheap clothing Lima is the place to be.
Coincidently we visited these two cities in the end of November and we did some scouting. Now we have addresses for to order shoes in Trujillo and clothes from Lima, which has a store also here in Chiclayo. Concerning the food we will have to wait a bit longer to buy because you can t stock it in when prices or low just because the food doesn’t last.                                                                                                               The plan is to do our hand out somewhere half of January. Shortly before that we will go to Mochoqueque, a place with big import from la Selva (Jungle) near Chiclayo, to buy the food.
So, that was a lot to process. If you would like to help use by donating, thanks! We all know this is like the 100th fundraiser this year in Belgium or what country you’re living in, so If you already sponsored another initiative: thank you to!  ….it seems like a small drop in the huge ocean but even the smallest drop can make a difference!

Bank account: 320 0299451 82 with mentioning your name and ESPERANZA (=hope)
Also please send us an e-mail (benjaminceulemans@gmail.com) mentioning your donated amount. This serves as an extra control.

Many thanks and you can count on some beautiful photographs if our action becomes successful.

Con cariño,

Maud, Julia, Aljoscha, Patamon, Marthe, Theresa, Aleksei and Benjamin

vrijdag 5 november 2010

Foto´s from my home

What to do on a windy night in Peru? PANCAKES!
With a nice old belgian recipy me made the stomacs of our peruvian guests yearn for more.
Gracias a Marthe who assisted me during the whole baking process (or was it the other way around) ;)

Also some colared views during sunset from my rooftop.

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=256736&id=763086169

Foto´s ALDEA

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=256730&id=763086169&saved


One sunday I went with Ivan to Aldea. Ivan is the presidant of AFS here (a local volunteer of 21 years old) and he gives a religion class there almost every sunday. After his class it was my turn. I crawled myself into my old scoutsuniform, mentally, and handed out some games in my best spanish :p
the kids seemed to enjoy it! So maby I will try to do this several sundays every month .

Reserva Ecologica Chaparri


One week ago I went on my second trip outside of Chiclayo. A small van of Inabif took me and the others employees out of the bustling metropolis that is Chiclayo all the way to the quiet mountains of chaparri. (The chicos followed in a bigger bus) The ride went very smooth but after 2 hours of cramped sitting knees over bumpy ways, my legs were thankful that we arrived. When I came out of the combi I was welcomed by this overwhelming heat, turned out that this place had its own mini-climate and that is was always hot. I put on a gallon of sunscreen and was totally ready to be  guided around and enter this new world. Although this is pure Sierra (mountains) it sometimes showed glimpses of the real Selva (jungle). I cant wait to see that part of Peru.
A little bit more information about the reserve:
This 34.000-hectare prívate reserve, located 75kmeast of Chiclayo, was established in 2000 by the community of Santa Catalina and the famous Peruvian wildlife photographer Heinz Plenge (what a Peruvian name!?).
This is one of the few places in the world where you can spot the rare spectacled bear in its natural habitat. This area is an ornithologist’s dream, with over 140 species of birds including rare white-winged guans, Andean condors, king vultures and several species of eagle. A large number of threatened species are also found here, including pumas, collared anteaters, and the Andean weasels. Nearly a third of these vertebrates are not found anywhere else in the world.
Sitting and eating raw mango's underneath a mangotrea :)

dinsdag 2 november 2010

working at Don Bosco

Today or actually the weekend all together was great! I’m really starting to love working at INABIF. The boys are really fun and every day you learn more about them. Last day I went to Johan because he was standing against a wall at the other side of the compound . When I asked if I could help him with solving his problem (I didn’t ask if he had a problem because he obviously had one) he started crying… When a 16 year old boy starts crying at your side you don’t really know what to do for several seconds. I laid my hand on his shoulder and waited a few moments. Then I repeated my question. He said that he wanted to go home, back to his family, his mom, brother and sisters. He didn’t want to stay two more months in Don Bosco.
Although I already knew the answer to my next question I still asked it. Why he wanted to go back. Whether your working with small children in school during lets say a Zeeklassen or Overnachting or in the scouts during een welkakamp of your at the other side of the planet working with mistreated, abandoned of abused teenagers the general feeling of being extracted from your homeplace is in common: loneliness, homesickness, nostalgia
 
We talked about the subject and his feelings for several minutes and my advice was that he had to explain his feelings to his mom when she would come to visit him. I talked a bit more over the purpose of being here in this community and how he could give meaning to his time here –but for a 16year old boy its hard to do these kind of mental exercise-.

Two hours later at a distance I saw him sitting next to his mother and little sister with his head between his legs, supposingly  crying. I did not interfere and I didn’t see him anymore that day.
The next day I was gladly surprised when he came to sit next to me during the little haloweenparty that the mothers of the casitas had organized and started to talk about the day before. He told me that he could go home next month and he seemed utterly relieved. His mother had accepted his apologies and they had a long and serious talk. When I asked for what he had apologized he said that a few moths ago he’d trashed all the windows off his house and fought with his brother. He didn’t remember much of it because he was wasted at the time. …  I listened and he talked on until somebody of the others guys pulled him of his chair to dance. Few seconds later I suffered the same faith =).


I realize that this story is but one of many. Every boy here has his own to tell … or not to tell.
So far 3 boys told me theirs. I m not curious about the stories but about which boy will be next to tell me his. It’s in that moment that you know they trust you.

…The other day there was a footballmatch between Don Bosco and some teenagers of the neighboring town. One of them called me gringo y algo (something more I didn’t understand). Grover, another very talented boy of Don Bosco (15 years old), heard it , gave me a smile, tackled the offender, said something and gave me a blink. J I was a part of the team! Here I’m no longer a gringo, finally !

zaterdag 30 oktober 2010

Foto's!

After my return to Peru some new pics. enjoy and please do comment or ask questions.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=254828&id=763086169

I will obligate myself into writing a text this weekend to put on the blog. Sorry that I dont keep you posted on my experiences here but spending time infront of a computerscreen seems so unimportant...

dinsdag 5 oktober 2010

even terug in Belgie...

Het was niet gepland maar sinds enkele dagen, woensdag 29 september om exact te zijn, ben ik terug in Belgie... Het was een plotse beslissing naar aanleiding van een zware operatie en dito herstel van mijn vader. Ik denk dat dit een goede keuze is geweest. Verder ga ik niet te veel uitwijden, hopelijk kan ik 14 oktober opnieuw vertrekken met een gerust gemoed.
Het abrupte afscheid van mijn Peruviaanse familie, hoewel het tijdelijk bedoelt is, was zeer intens. Vooral mijn oudere zus, Marilu, waarmee ik een goede band heb, had het er bijzonder moeilijk mee. Zij vreest dat ik niet zal terugkomen. Zelfs mijn retourticket kon haar niet van het tegendeel overtuigen. Maar dan kent ze mij nog niet :) Als het erop aan komt kan ik bijzonder koppig zijn.
Ik wil hierbij al mijn vrienden bedanken die mij sinds mijn terugkomst al elke avond hebben geëntertaind. Het doet deugd om bij pot en pint - wat is het Belgische bier toch heerlijk - nog eens bij te praten. Vooral het feit dat je weer alles begrijpt wat er tegen je gezegd wordt en alles wat je denkt kunt verwoorden, is fantastisch.  Weg die taalbarrière!
Nog een weekje op Belgische bodem en dan vertrek ik terug huiswaarts... Klinkt dit raar? Wel, zelf heb ik het gevoel dat ik hier op "vakantie" ben. Zeker als je je 's nachts te slapen legt op een luchtmatras met een geïmproviseerd nachtkastje naast je.
Nog even vermelden dat ik het geweldig vond om de Carmina Burana in de Roma te kunnen meemaken. Proficiat aan alle mensen die hieraan meegewerkt hebben. Het publiek heeft kunnen genieten!
Maak er verder een onvergetelijk 75 jaar-xaverius-feestjaar van en trek voldoende foto's :) !!!

Benji