Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Snot Like Cervical Mucus

The Fruit and Field of Words

Early in the morning, I realized that I wanted to bathe with ice water again. I justify this attitude hastily dressing in the clothes of the previous day, citing that we had to be early in the CESFAM, and the shower I take much time. Weak.

After a hasty breakfast I said goodbye to Andrew, very grateful for all shared. Then I headed my way to the office, and there came the dilemma: What do today? Rengo solved the problem quickly: "You're going to survey a rural town with a small group."

After a while I was on top of a van heading to Piguchén, with two couples not be separated much, there were two pairs of lovers. The van dropped me at a meeting of roads, lucky thing for me because in the first house I visited I could do 4 surveys immediately, one neighborhood leader. Then began my journey by a little way into homes, up to a side where it would be difficult to follow on foot - and I could not get a bike - With so little time to reach back and do everything.

Walking
always done well, but full sun is not very nice, really. But he was still happy to be in the countryside, seeing animals and plants in peace with their environment. Houses that had no more claim to accommodate its residents and not strut out from the rest. I saw ample land to satisfy the tastes not only visual but also the needs of their owners. I saw potential diseases that could be solved so easily. It was the field and off. They regaled us with our passing by their houses, bread, grapes, peaches, pears. That aroma amplitude, vegetation, tranquility. Friendly people, talking with peace and sobriety, even when the need was pressing. Penalties that nobody looked in many years, and for now can not do anything against him.


Making interviews alone was not so difficult, although the diseases of people put me a little uneasy. I ate bread baked with butter, I took much natural juice and cold drinks and talked a lot with very friendly people. I think I missed a little more blunt, but as I noticed, but people need to speak out "inconsequential", needed to express themselves and feel that someone would visit and gave a little speech, which followed them. In the end, I think I did well.

We returned to camp early, ate again thanks to Junaeb, and I took a shower to remove dirt accumulated on the long walk. Then, I tried to relax a bit to get back out to survey a while within the village. I woke up three hours later, when everyone went out to buy things for the night, which I joined.

In the "Black Jose", I sought some fries, a peanut nougat and a Corona. You need to buy punch would do with the peaches they gave us and when we were coming back, the newly purchased chuico ended on the floor completely destroyed by the breaking of the handle. "He broke so many to the earthquake, one more ..." said business owner, and gave us a new one, without accepting our money. Responsible chuico of took all the jokes about the way back.

Prepared brew, and the sound of a flee, we began to have fun, to converse, to be cool, to laugh. Games arrived, they came more laughter, complicity, disloyalty we did not want to know, out of joy that we needed somewhere to meet our work, although it was not hard, had a sometimes emotional burden to bear.

I went to bed a little dizzy. Sitting in the cabin, I tried to think and do not suffer vertigo. But in thinking I was glad to be that way, full, happy, feeling and had a couple of fruit in the bag. For the coexistence that we had to hold was a result more of the field, which required patience and time to cultivate, but above all, the will and affection.

I prepared to sleep, happy, filled with the work being done, the reference to the people, concerning me. But there were important things to do, especially if they are not waiting.

Why not expected to reach a diagnosis.

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