Thursday, October 20, 2011

Haiti in October (2011) - 9 days.

Sunday, Haiti October 9,

As I write this date, I realize that I have been too busy to wish Matt and Tjitske Happy Anniversary, especially this year with now a family of three. So hereby happy, happy, happy, my beloveds.

I am in Haiti since last night. The Delta flight was good: they even gave us free coffee, tea, small snakes etc. A nice surprise compared to all the others airlines lately - one (don't want to say the name of this American airline..)wouldn't even give water on a long-distance flight. Unreal.
Sander took me to the airport, which I always find a wonderful treat. However, no trip is uneventful. At the airport the outside-checking porter told me I had to pay $155 extra. I knew it would be $30+ $75…but that total isn't even close! I made sure I paid by credit card and got a receipt from the grump. I had checked the prices 10 hrs before with Delta! bottoms of my 3rd bag, a duffel, gave out (can't blame it, I almost did the same!) and all my stuff rolled all over the sidewalk. Sander was still there so he stayed (sidewalk check-in) while I ran through all sorts of security and lines to finally get to a store (Brookstone, of all options!), where I bought a new $$$ suitcase. Run back out, Fill. The man, grumpy, then had the nerve to ask me for "a tip for the porter", with his head around the pillar so nobody would see or hear. It is not allowed. I said no, then added that I only had a $50 bill. His response: 'I have change" at which I gave him a cheerful smile "well, then you don't need a tip!" You have to have something to laugh at when things "come apart at the seams".

So far so good.

On the plane I sat next to a young woman and I was fascinated with what she told me. She is 50% of Haitian descent, 49% Italian (how's your math today?) born in France and later moved to Italy (her father.) She is a midwife, lives in Geneva and was sent to Haiti for 6 mo on a special project through the UN. It is her job to supervise and train the midwives who work in poverty of all poverties in 'Cite Soleil, City of the Sun, where fear, filth, danger and darkness rule. How ironic. In the middle of this greatest danger zone she works and teaches a midwife's difficult skills in Cite's only hospital. They deliver, normally, at least 70 babies a day (pop. 40 000, increased to 50 000 after the quake) and about 10-15 die at or soon after birth. They have no way of testing them for aids because the international aid org that is to provide equipment/testing for just and only this project, never has any money, even though this is THE project they serve.. These tests are free of charge to anyone in Haiti. And so are the meds. Questions, anyone??(Yes: it is run by foreigners - not by Haitians) She gave me the name of the organization and I am going to investigate**. Are they who they say they are? Where is the money? (they run on donations…and the project is specifically for Cite Soleil.) Is there another way to get this to the people? If they know at least which mother AND infant are positive, there is a step forward. As an option,anyway.
They do not have a pediatrician. Not even one - and they are desperately needed. Medicines Sans Frontieres, (Doctors without Borders) the biggest medical presence there, is pulling out completely. In fact: they are 75% gone and will be completely by February. Too dangerous. That leaves them with nothing. It is so hard to understand. I have so many questions running though my mind - first of all 'What is Wrong with us??' and I do not mean you, me, our friends…but with peoples as a whole, to have such hellholes on earth. To allow this. Where is our pride and compassion? When did the 'me more - you less' concepts start? Ah yes: according to ancient writings it was Jacob and Esau.
After that all hell broke loose.

On to happy things.
I had brought all my boys (Jean's family) a new school backpack, filled with a toy of sorts, several granola bars, packs with underwear, socks, pants and nice shirts. You wouldn't believe their faces. Each single pair of (printed) underwear was carefully examined, (boys ages 5, 12 and 15) and Claudy, the oldest at 19, had boxer shorts which he was immensely proud of. I saw Gladys later: she had stolen a pair from Claudy because she decided that they were great shorts-that I had made a mistake)
What was great that the four walked around the house all of yesterday and all of today yet,with their backpacks on.
For some great toys for older kids? Go to AC Moore or any such. In the back they sell little pop-out wooden models of planes, helicopters, dinosaurs, motor cycles…all for a buck! They never saw anything like it, and had to get it through their heads to be patient, not follow the picture but the drawn instructions. The first one to finish was Ewol, the youngest, to much envy of the others.
What really amazed me was the puzzle I had brought. Another $1 or so item. It is a giant floor puzzle (hand-size pieces) with the typical horrendous scenes of dinosaurs.
They had never seen a puzzle. Not a clue. They had never seen dinosaurs and asked if they lived in America. Didn't understand significance of straight edges, corners and looking at the picture. I sat with them (Rudy 15, Claudy 19 at first) until they were about 1/3rd through, and with a happy shout I was called later: "Manmie: fini"!. Well…the head of the one was under the *** of the other, but that was straightened out fast. All played with it many times after. More puzzles coming soon. More roaring dinosaurs.

Jean had lost soft and fuzzy "Dog" last spring, one bought at IKEA and much loved by him. He was desolate. I went back to IKEA and bought him "Dog" #2 who was cuddled with joy.
Last night I was given no choice but to sleep in the big bed. Jean, as always, cuddled up next to me, Dog in arms. A little later it was clear that someone else snuck in on the other side (It's a queen- no problems) In the deep dark finally a soft voice whispered in my ear 'can I sleep here too?'. Yes, Makezien, you can too.
So there I was: three little glowing-skin boys, a Dog and me. I slept late. When I woke up there was still One Little One in the bed…the rest had rolled over. It had to be Jean, clutching Dog. But he was too tall…it was 12 year old, quiet Ewol, snuggled up, with Dog in his arms. I looked at him for a while and tears welled up in my eyes. How little love and guidance he has had with both parents dead when he was only 4, and a then 17 yo sister who was just as lost. I snuggled up with him, age 12 going on 7, and asked 'would you like a soft animal too, next time I come?' The whisper 'yes' was very soft. One will be found.

The question, as always, plagues me: why some have so little when others (like me) have so much. Why some countries are always at war, when others seem to have peace for most of a person's lifetime. I feel so desperate. Gladys and Frantz asked why I was crying. I didn't realize I was. I told them "why is it that we have so much, when others have so little?" They didn't really understand then issue. It is the will of God, they explained.
God wants you to live in a bad world? Yes. If your house is dirty, does God come and clean it up? They thought this was hilarious. So I asked if they thought God should straighten out their government? So, then, how about poverty in the world? A great discussion ensued over dinner, and the more i heard, the more I understand their (sad) way of thinking that keeps them where they are.
The more i want to say, the less Creyole I can speak.

I am going to mix up the clay now so it will be ready for tomorrow. It is 4pm and I am very tired. The road is filthy muddy and people walking are working hard to go from less muddy to less muddy area. It stinks, it is brown, there is junk.
Each man and woman is dressed beautifully. Crisply ironed shirts and dresses, cheap custom jewelry nicely arranged, a hat for the older women. I end up crumpled at 9 am in a house….how do they do this?

More tomorrow.
As Carl always says: "it sucks to be poor".
And I see pride although we do not realize what it is.

Tuesday, October something.
One looses sense of time very quickly here. It is light by about 4-5 am, and is pitch-black by 5 pm, so at 6:30 I feel it is high time to go to sleep.

Yesterday was busy, and a later a nice day.
In the morning, hanging over the balcony, life seemed too difficult to me. The road was absolute mud and the holes everywhere bigger than I have ever seen here (on this street). It is virtually impossible to not get your feet disgustingly wet, and for some reason that has frightened me. Dirt everywhere. I never before realized how dirty Haiti really is. By yesterday, when I 'saw' more closely, people didn't seem as clean as before either. Fewer starched shirts, suits and ties. More t-shirts (with holes) and really old shoes. I didn't really see that truth yesterday. It was not a nice way to start.
My question was: is it always like this, or have I simply been seeing it all through my rose-colored glasses? Looking through my half-full glasses? Is that a good thing?
I don't know.

Gladys makes good coffee and, for the first time since the late'60s, I love sugar in it. While drinking it, i noticed that Claudy, the 19 yo, was not going to school. I asked him why not, and Gladys said that he can't because he doesn't have black sneakers.
Makezien and Ewol had just left for their 1st day of school, and Claudy's sneakers from year-end May were worn out and too small. I was appalled! He had new white sneakers on, but he explained that he cleans them very well - they are not new at all. No correct color shoes with the required uniform - no school. I was furious about such stupidity. Education comes above all.

An hour or so later Claudy, Jean and I walked to Jean's school. Dinah: I disagree with you! It is a long, hot walk up-mountain. ;-) especially in 100ยบ humidity!
Jean's school is very nice - nicer than any I have seen. Space well-used, clean, busy kids. Carolyn, the director, took me around all the rooms and it was fun to see the real thing after having seen Dinah's pictures. Each room for different levels (education here goes by ed. levels, not at all by ages), divided over two buildings (large rented houses, converted) with a million dollar view over the ocean. Breath-taking. SThe older students each have cubicles to work in, individual tables or one large one for the younger ones.
I was given a choice of two spaces: one windowless room (cool) with access to a stone courtyard with a cistern and a faucet, or an outside space, covered/enclosed by wrought-iron fences, with 3 big picnic tables. I chose that for all the classes, because it is not used and easier for the materials to stay. And more space to work. I'm happy. We'll start the adult workshop today, and the school projects tomorrow.
I am very grateful to Carolyn and Gary to let us use school space for the clay class.
I am still rather confused about when to or not to work with the younger kids, but so be it.

While we were there, the music teacher came. An older man toting an accordion gathered all the children on the landing and they sang. Those little voices…in tune (these were K-3), perfect English, singing all the songs my children and Carl grew up with. I loved it and will try to get in on film next week. (Note: I didn't - I wasn't there)

After dropping Jean off we walked down the hill, across town, down streets, back up, further left, down….oy…until we came to the market. I went to the bank to exchange money, gave Claudy 100 gourds - $2.50 by today's exchange rate - and told him to go to the market and get black sneakers. He was nervous that I would go to the store by myself but I just laughed. We went our separate ways. I finally had my shampoo, mosquito spray, cheese, peanut butter, an apple and fresh milk for Jean…the compromises one needs because the different and monotonous food gets to your system after a while. Last time I had 'the runs' for four months! Claudy had bought a pair of only slightly used black sneakers for school. Of course this is when I heard that the other reason he was not in school was because it doesn't start until next week…and the first day is a vacation day anyway.

When Jean came home we played games with the game book and the number 'domino' game. Interesting: you nave to match numbers, whether in picture form or actual numbers. He doesn't see those numbers yet (KG) but he instantly sees whether there are groups of seven, three, whatever. That is better than recognizing numbers at this point. I played a lot of games with Ewol, (Errol) also. I have my Kindle, and there was a series of games, including dimensional mazes. Quite complicated as a new concept. It took him a minute to figure it out and worked at them until deep into the dark. (Ewol is the one we worried about)

We've drawn a huge solar system on the wall, with planets circling, - except that Neptune fell behind the bed and we can't find it. Well, Neptune has always been out of sight anyway.So now we have "My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us…never knowing how many (Nine/Neptune) and Peanuts/Pluto no longer being a planet shrunk the whole 'system' considerably - but still a lot of gazing for them. We also added glow-in-the-dark stars to the whole room, but I didn't say what they would do in the dark. Total amazement that night. So much fun!
None of them, young or old, know what the solar system is, by the way. I just can't understand this situation. What in %^@T@#* DO they teach these kids??? So happy Jean is in his American-English school!!

I just saw on tv (always on) about a new trade agreement between Haiti and Spain. Part of this is to aim for increased levels in education, with their help in faculty exchanges etc. Very interesting to see/hear that these positive steps take place.Since all was brought in Spanish, French and Creyole in turn, I actually understood. One carries a lot of 'language glue' on these trips.
Why is the tv always on? The lights? the Fans? Because otherwise you don't know when the electric goes off, or, more excitingly: comes on again. Easy.

There is a little boy living here as well, the 9 yo son of Gladys' cousins. Dario is here because, in their mountain village, there is no school at all. The mother pays something to Gladys for food, Dario has certain tasks (as do all the kids) and his is to empty the nightly bucket.
I do not like Dario. He is a sneaky little boy who quietly gets into everyone's things, especially Gladys' and now mine. I have 3 bags with syringes I have to take to the hospital, there are paints…many things to get in trouble with. No matter where I put things: he always finds them. I believe Dinah said much the same. I've tried to spend some time with him, but he is so strange. Another lost boy? Will keep trying.

Mid-afternoon Melet Derose came to visit. We are both members of EducationWorldWide, an international member organization for teachers based out of Denmark. There are ten of us, two from every continent, and the discussions can be very interesting at times. Melet and I have been corresponding some for about 4 years, and actively since spring with EWW. It was great to spend time talking instead of emailing. He is an English teacher in Verrettes, a lovely little town in the Artibonite delta, but, like many, is basically out of work. Recently married and trying his best. His English is really good and it was a pleasure to see him face to face. We hope to meet again at the 1st international conference next August in Poland. He has a great motorcycle :-)
I am going to Verrettes later this week to meet the principals of two high schools there, so we can prepare for the Hexagon Project at their two schools. Melet is very excited about the concept. I hope I can honor Beth and her concepts with the results. On my way I will stop in Dechapelles (hospital) to talk to the man of the clay shop there (they make dishes from molds) about their kiln, take the bags with syringes to the hospital laboratory and go and visit our friends in the woods, in their one-room house. Such lovely people. Money will be given to them for schooling, or maybe shoes. Or maybe food? Thank you, my friend back home. You did another good thing.

Today? Hot already. I will take a bucket now and wash my hair with real shampoo, 'brosss' my teeth, hope my hair dries by 2 pm.
Slept very well. Not so hot, fan worked all night, fewer 'skeeters and only one pair of little legs across my stomach.

One funny story. Yesterday we were on the balcony, reconstituting the clay from dry to moist. There was about a cup full of clean water left, but there were people below the balcony and no place to get rid of it in the house. (the clay plugs up whatever wasn't plugged up already)
Next to/below the house is a little shack, one room, cement floor, with a corrugated metal roof. It used to be covered with trash, but I had asked them to please clean it up and it was spotless. I took the cup and with a lovely wrist motion threw it onto that roof, to run down to the street like the rain. It made an unexpected, explosive sound and almost instantly a man appeared, bright white undershirt on, toothbrush stuck in his month and a terrified look on his face. It was awful and very comical at the same time. I quickly explained, apologized, he broke out in a big smile and we all burst out laughing. Thank heaven for Haitian humor!

There is a large cockroach on the ceiling above me. I SO love the tropics!

So today the first clay workshop has ended, and it was a wonderful experience.
Between knowing nothing about clay, and not understanding much of what I said (ok-it went just fine), they were really deeply into this. Claudy at 19 the youngest, and Frantz the oldest at thirty-something, all were excited and ready. Gladys had been told not to participate, because she just graduated from cosmetology school and I was afraid she would abandon that quickly out of envy and, perhaps, boredom. She quietly showed, sat down, worked and, at the end of the day said "look at me, Manmie!". And she indeed had done the best work.

We took a lump of still really wet clay, but there were no bad faces: they just took it. We played and rolled, smooched and squeezed until it was a the right consistency.
I then explained the reason for being here (mine and theirs) and that I expected certain things from them (such as being there and being on time) out of respect for me coming and doing this. Much agreement (i know 5 of the 7). I really like all of them. Some business information, and looking at the tile books to have a better idea what this was all about. We laid the clay slabs in the humid sun and went to draw given and free designs on 10x10cm paper squares. They saw quickly that a little flower must become a big one, etc. Two of the girls, as well as Frantz, are clearly artistic and are enjoying exploring.
We made several pinch pots, kept their best choice, and cleaned up. Before that happened, however, I quickly walked around one of the tables for some reason, and, my depth-vision always failing me, I fell off a rather high ledge, rolled against the next table and flat on the lower floor. Knee 'feels good', breathing is fine as long as it is not too deep and my right elbow makes its presence known as well. Oh boy. They were more upset than I was! I told Frantz that the only way to feel better will be a rum and coke...
I have to arrange a ride to Verrettes/Deschapelles tomorrow (for Wednesday) and a big one for Th or Fr to Port, for various fun excursions.
The 'mustik' are eating me alive :-P so I am going inside. Besides: Jean is climbing all over me wanting hugs, kisses and lots of games.

Wednesday, my 5th day here.
Still 'something or other'. Time moves at such a slow pace..

Today was good, in spite of my badly swollen left knee (in spite of my bounce I still don't have a good relationship with cement) and my back is hurting at the lowest rib.
So much fun!
The morning I spent at El Shaddai and I think I met all the teachers. There are several young girls working there, and one young woman with her husband, All are strongly motivated by religion.

One elderly man is a nurse. At this time he is supervising the oldest students but he is here to train a group of nurses. No previous education…he is 'it'.
That's not too bad, considering where we are. What he didn't know was that 200 students are waiting for him. That's not too bad either, until he just found out that there are no materials. No books, no stethoscopes or cuffs…nothing, He is starting the 24th,
Miraculously I have 3 bags of syringes Carl had given me to take to whichever hospital needed it most. He will get a huge bag of oranges for them to practice on, until he can figure out what to do. The poor man is just desperate. The least I can do is make a connection with a nursing program in the US to see if they have a few spare items. How to get them over there is yet another issue.

Th middle grades students' work in the hexagon project at El Shaddai was excellent. They understood and really were excited. The oldest students were interested, came up with good ideas but then petered out with the hexagon art part.What they expressed, however, was startling and very sad. These are mostly children who are born in the US to Haitian parents who kicked out their teens and flew them to El Shaddai. Talk about abandonment! Here they are in a new country, living in an orphanage their parents pay for, in a land they have never seen with languages they don't speak.
The clay group did, again, an excellent job and as yesterday we ran out of time. The class was about 3-4 hrs long. We concentrated on coiling, making slip, using slip and making pieces as tall as possible. They take this very seriously.

I took a little time to talk to Jean's teacher. and found out that he is in pre-K. He will be 6 in December, so thats is fine considering his start in life. She said that most kids here lag at least one year behind, and that Jean's problem is mainly his speech. I realized last year that his choice of words is both limited as well as hard to understand. Add English development to that and he needs more time. Not a problem at all. I really like the teacher and she has a loving grasp on what is happening and needed. I am spending much time with Jean just making the correct sounds needed for English and we are having a ball!
So all is well.

Today I am asking myself: why do I want to go home today? What is getting to me?
I just called Tjitske and had a wonderful conversation with her. Thank you for understanding, Tjitske, I really needed that!
As I wrote before: it is the dirt. And the lack of progress. The joblessness. The stopped buildings. The old, faded signs along EVERY road, main or small, that tells you that MINUSTAH, the UN, UNICEF, feed the children, HIV-Aid (haha), every kind of cross from red to religious, educational orgs (.org, naturally) and NGO (Not Good Onough!), medical groups, feed the pigeons, kill the birds or give 'em toppence…it all looks as bad as 10 years ago. It is all and a little of all.
I look at all the organizations that come here through church groups. I really resent that the .orgs here in Haiti are not honest, and tell churches at home what a pain in the &*(*&^ these groups are for them. It takes such organization here (I see that now), and food, and etcs coming out of your ears. What they need is your money. Your money from your flights and all the stuff you bring. They need to employ the Haitians and have THEM build that wall, improve that classroom and paint. They accept groups because they need their fundraising support from home, and because they at least bring some money with them. That is the sad truth that I have heard from multiple people, of various denominations and countries. They need you to use your effort fund-raising, not making yourself feel good when that is the wrong time. Not what people want to hear. Fundraising aid, large and small, is truly their greatest need - or teaching short-term (a subject to doctors or teachers, for example), or volunteering log-term. And another thing that bothers me about select groups that to one place only: they make a difference in place, but do not reach out unless there is religious…agreement. I don't see much about reaching out to fill others' needs. Don't get me wrong: there are SO many here who do make a difference whether short or long term. But there are also many who are just in the way.
Last time I saw progress. A lot of it. Now that progress has stopped again. I can't take it. I feel useless more than hopeless.
So what the heck am I doing there? Trying to justify that when I think of what I just wrote. Is it because I still believe that teaching is everything? I need to think that over when I come back home. In my frustration I am angry and unreasonable.

So…where did my starfish go? Where did it stop that it 'makes a difference to this one'?
It does. It really does. And like teaching: you never know how far your influence will go.
I'm trying - but I would like to go home tomorrow. No more trips by myself. There are certain creature comforts you don't need to give up to make a difference. Next time I will be in a place with a real shower and a toilet. Not a bad compromise.
I have to remember that I can still be a woman on a mission.


Thursday.
Mission aborted. Can't do it any more. And I'm glad nobody is with me, because I wouldn't want to do this life to anyone.
On a personal basis: the rippling rash on my neck, from chin on down, is burning and itching like mad. It feels and looks like lizard skin. Nothing has helped it except, temporarily, a huge block of ice. Who knows where that came from?? My knee is bruised - van Gogh would have had a rich palate to choose from, I don't sleep from the heat or my spinning mind and my entire body is a mosquito battle field. That's all.

This morning there was no bucket for 'shower'. and Gladys explained that a break in the road had drained the entire water supply for all houses. Claudy had gone down the road to get two buckets out of the community well (mind you - this is a city!!) and hauled them home. Half-way through my bucket-scoop-bath I realized that I was standing in concentrated cholera water, the worst region of Haiti. I have a family. Maybe I'm letting my friends down, but I do have a Carl and a family to think of.

I called Melet, who was very understanding (has been to the US a number of times) and asked him to arrange to do the Verrettes workshops as soon as ;possible. He said he would shoot for tomorrow and call back. Cellphones is the only thing that always works here, even shortly after the quake. As soon as my hair dries (like in 2 days in this humidity) Claudy and I will go to the internet cafe and look up when the next Delta flight goes home. I hope to be able to go to Tjitske and help her with Keegan who is sick. That's a big reason I want to be there also; I feel she could use my help now. Maybe I'll just be in the way, but then Keegan can always give me one of his lovely cuddles.

Across the street is a large blue and white truck. It has two very flat tires and has been there for at least two years. The ally next to it is the 'home' of a metal-working business. They repair/weld any metal work, build open sections on top of trucks and hang-on tops so people can ride there. They also make beautiful wrought-iron fences. There are always many people working there and they work from before daylight until long past. They have been there as long as I remember. I went over and asked them if I could shoot a short video. Of course they have seen me on the balcony many times over the past several years, They were very excited. There is also a man who makes furniture and I filmed him as well.
The 'GLAAAACE" man (ice blocks) just came past on his daily delivery route (remember from earlier blogs?)…funny to hear his monotonous voice with nasal sound (carries better). The business across the street, the 'moto' taxies hair-raising rides on motorbikes through puddles and narrow, slippery heights), the lotto sales and the night discos seem to be the only businesses that are always working. And, of course, the endless stream of women working on markets.

Gladys told me a funny story this morning. The owners of the house, Haitian-Americans, collect the annual rent and do nothing to the house. The bathroom is 90% non-existent, walls are starting to peel badly etc. Frantz, Gladys' live-in boyfriend for the past 4 years (great guy) is a certified electrician. This brings on a few chuckles on my part. Anyway: he has a good job inspecting etc. The owners did not provide electricity, i.e. no wiring or anything. The el. company allowed Frantz to bring in electric, and make some extra money by letting the other families in the house (4) pay him. So Frantz put in the wiring, which is now dangling happily from the ceilings, run across the floor and, for convenience, tied under the fridge. Sigh. The neighbor thought he should not have to pay Frantz, so Franz disconnected the wire across the hallway. When they were gone, the man came in and ripped all their wiring off the ceiling, walls, etc. Funny story? I suppose it is better to look at it that way. PPL beware!

Friday
I cannot see a word i am typing in this light, so the test and puzzle is on: if you want to read this, try your best.
Gladys and I were sitting on the balcony this morning, both crying in each other's arms, both about the same desperate situations but both for different reasons.
I can step out. She and her countrymen cannot. Hopeless.

Absolutely not even half a day without adventures. This morning I asked the boys, Claudy and Rudy, to take me to an internet cafe downtown St. MArc (that's the main and only paved road) We walked a long way, dodging honking cars, laptops, motos, taxis (all honking) , wheelbarrows, people hauling stuff any way they could and neatly suit-dressed, bible-toting men. We walked forever;. On our way we met Eddy, Dinah's friend who was hauling half his household on his motorbike. When we continued, and finally came to the cafe in a dark upstairs room: the ONE computer wasn't working. They did have a fan somewhere, and that was enjoyable. I had tripped in the dark on the way up the stairs - my specialty - and put a tiny dent in the port of my computer (fixed it later, which made all more annoying. No tools around,of course. ) We took a moto to another place, sort-of, dodging holes and puddles, rocks, donkeys, busses, wheel barrows, sidewalk business…well: you get the picture. "Over the rivers and through the woods" take on a lovely new meaning here.

We were dropped off, but that's not where the cafe was, according to the boys. I was sure I saw the place I had been to last year.. Not quite as grimy as the others. After roaming several blocks, we arrived at the place I had suggested in the first place. There was no internet there either, but that was not the 'adventure'. Just life.
When we walked in this short guy stopped us at the door, asking what we wanted. I told him 'internet for one hour'. That was 100 gourds, which is ok. He obligingly put the fan on for me, and left.
I tried to get on the internet (failed) when a man came from the back room, asking what I was doing. I had to pay. I already paid, I explained. Between the boys and I it became clear to him that someone had simple walked in, took my money and disappeared. I continued trying to get google. I offered to pay again (after all, what is 10 cents for an hour?) but he would only take the money back from that guy.
Everyone ran down the street (now about 6 people), found the guy and dragged him back, Was this the man? Yes. He screamed at me and tried to attack me: I didn't take anything from you: I worked for it!. The nine or so men gathered by now pulled him back and screamed back. I turned back around, ignoring the crowd, and went back to my google attempt. "But I turned on the fan for you!" he screamed, which made everyone burst out laughing. They finally got the money out of his pocket and the nearly 30 people outside all got rid of him. I never did get on google. I stayed with my back toward them mainly because I had to laugh so hard…not a good moment to antagonize anyone.
Although I was not afraid, I must say that I was happy that we climbed on yet another moto. I'd rather that the man in the orange shirt would not know where I am!

Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday
Friday late afternoon I moved into Le Gou-T, a hotel at the end of the street (sort-of). I was trying to take a nap and the tarantula above me on the ceiling didn't know whether I would be worth a little bite for dinner. I was certain and my cup had filleth'd over. I ended up in a small, very clean room in a nice place that gave me the breath of air i needed to stay. The A/C was great, the bed comfortable, the toilet flushed and I took 3 showers a day until I left. Food was included and the menu offered chicken or fresh fish. Being allergic to seafood, I chose chicken. The next day they offered fresh fish or chicken. I chose wisely.Same menu on Sunday. That was fine. I NEVER drink Coca Cola here, but am hooked on it there and that satisfied me for the day. Gladys was upset at first, which is understandable, but then understood and we spent all other time together. Jean spent the night.

We went to Verrettes to two schools to do the Hexagon Projects, and that was interesting because the schools were clearly quite different in their expectations of the students. The work that came out was good, but contained little art. They had NO clue about any design or expression other than words. Other than for the visiting doctors in nearby Deschapelles I have never seen Haitian art anywhere outside Port etc, and these children had not seen anything. In fact: they were stunned to find out (HS and teachers!!) that blue and yellow make green…red and blue purple, etc.
Where do you think colors come from?
From the store.
I had a great time with them.
I asked the teachers if the students haver have, or see, any art. They were puzzled. No, they explained, we do only school work. Art isn't considered anything. I explained the left-bran/right-brain thoughts and they were amazed!

Afterward we stopped in Deschapelles, even though the driver had to be back in Saint Marc. I tried very hard to find my friend Todo, married to Margarite (Tina put their daughter through school last year) but he was not to be found. Met tons of other 'old friends' there, with the usual squeals and hugs. Suddenly a big commotion: they had found Todo for me! (His nickname is Todo, because over the years he has always asked everyone if there was something to do!) After a joyful reunion, he told me he still doesn't have a job (3 yrs now), but Margarite does. After the cholera epidemic last year so many orphans were left at the hospital that the hospital had to open an orphanage. This is where Margarite finally found a job. My friend Betsy had handed my money 'for whatever needed' before I left and I quietly smuggled it into Todo's hand.
I felt badly that he had to have tears in his eyes for something the world owes this little man who ALWAYS works in hopes of getting a paid job. "Why sit at home" he asks me through his two missing front teeth. "I would get old!"
The hospital is urgently asking for help with the cholera, and to get a full-time pediatrician. I don't understand. Last February, Sander in June and I now again, saw no activity around the hospital at all. Very confusing. I didn't get to talk to the kiln man. Next trip.

The clay project had its last session in the shade at the hotel. They very kindly let us be on their patio, in the shade and under an umbrella. The tiles were made the last day and I am SO pleased with the final results! I left the clay, another new bag of it, and the tools and the book there for them to play with until next time, which will hopefully be in February.

I am not going alone again. I need to share the overwhelming sadness and frustration with someone, and receive and give encouragement and perspective from day to day.
And speaking only FrEolish becomes exhausting!

Monday
I changed my ticket to go home earlier than planned. The projects had all finished and the 2nd tile project, in Port au Prince, had not been possible because, well, sometimes things are out of your hands. That's it.
We worked until the last moment on Sunday, and Monday morning we left around 8 am for Port. Jean came too, and sat on my lap clutching me tightly the whole way.
Although the car almost broke down (transmission) we made it to the airport without any further events. When I got back in after getting gas, the entire…whatever part has the handle to close the door, wind the window etc, came off in my hand. I felt terrible but the driver said it was better without. Just push on the outside. I suspect it had done that before because I saw tape.
At the airport Jean and I both burst into sobbing tears. It was so hard to say goodbye, and seeing his little wet face made me not able to hold back my tears. We have forged such a close relationship, almost 6 years now.
Carl and I are so sure that Jean, some day, will make difference to others.

Between Saint MArc and the airport in Port au Prince, we were stopped several times by a number of motorcades, each preceded by BIG cops on BIG motorcycles. Some were zig-zagging across the road in pairs. Sirens, flashing lights: it was the day to celebrate the death of Dessalines, and a national day of festivals. Sure enough: the President and entourage raged by as well. Funny.

At the airport we had, as Sander had told me as well, to go through NINE checkpoints! It is a "Delta Special" and as annoying as heck! NINE!

On the way home I sat with another physician. She is a GP from NY and goes to Haiti 3-4 times a year for a long weekend. It is a special program that brings in medical personnel to this clinic in a segment of Delmas (Port au Prince), into the largest tent city in Haiti. They come for the sole purpose to teach one certain procedure to the Haitian physicians, nurses, techs etc. (Look at AMSMD.org) They also use people who can teach, in a variety of projects and settings and for all ages. I think this sounds like a good place to go to next February and I am trying all my aphrodesiacs on Carl to go there!! They really need someone to come for a few weeks, rather than a few days, to put certain protocol in place.

So much is needed. So many things to simply develop the minds of these children, help the teachers who often have so little education themselves. Teach mothers about nutrition for their families. Help young and older men to develop job skills. Save lives, one at a time. If you have any time, effort or, yes, money to spare please either send some to OneBigBoost, or to any organization you trust! By the way: Doctors without Borders is pulling out of Cite Soleil all together. Too dangerous. Imagine that.

This blog took place over nine days. It is long, but nobody said you had to read it :D
Thanks for your compassion to take some time to understand more of the difficult lives of others. Send good thoughts - they make a difference!!

Photos and a clip will be added soon. Marianne

** I have lost, in the shuffle, the name of this HIV/aids aid org and will have to do some research to figure out who that is. If you have a spare moment, can you help with that? It is an international org funded to administer free HIV testing and is (also, only?) used in Cite Soleil specifically. It is a big, international organization.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Babies, Haiti, clay and 4 suitcases.

Greetings again!
In case you didn't know yet: I became an Oma Oma! And Carl an Opa Opa! Tjitske and Matt delighted us with a beautiful, bright-as-a-button grandson named Keegan, who is now 10 months old and getting into everything! It is so wonderful! And to add to the joy Annemieke and Mark had a little Clara (pronounced with two British 'ah's) in April. Carl and I went to see them in May. Utter joy! Because she is so far away (now even in Australia for 2 months!) she calls on SKYPE often. What marvels to make life happy!
We're spending both holidays away from Keegan (oh-and parents) this year, but we'll spend his first birthday with him in December, on our way back from spending Christmas in England.

Haiti on the horizon! As always sad to leave Carl (harder each time) and happy to go. Delighted to see my ever-growing little Jean, who will be 6 December 5th (How about that for a Dutch St. Nick gift??). He is starting to speak English and it is a wonderful feeling for both of us! We decided to keep him in KG one more year, although he is doing very well. He WAS a preemie, and then another 6 mo behind, this won't hurt him one bit.

So why (again!) to Haiti? More projects, more excitement, more upward motion.
First of all I would like to say three neat things. In the first place OneBigBoost gave the funds to Happy Years School (now-who wouldn't want to go to a school like that?) in rural Uganda. They bought a Dell desktop and I will try to download one of the pictures they sent me.
In the second place i have become a member of a great small organization with a wonderful concept. It is called Education World Wide (EWW-but not the Unesco one) and its goal is to gather all sorts of teachers to exchange ideas, teach each other, on a high level. There are two people per continent (for now) plus any number of people who are interested at a state or local level. Guess what? Marianne is one of two. The other is a friend of mine in Haiti, Melet Derose, who is a teacher in Verrettes, only 45 minutes by taptap. (pronounced more like 'toptop' One toptop to get one, give another two toptops to get off and pay. Good system: keep things simple) Melet and I have been friends for several years, but Sunday will be the first time we actually meet face-to-face. Funny.
The third one is that I am an eMentor with the sate of PA. I'm matched with a number of HS students who are interested in the same things I have done. Through carefully designed exercises, the student and I both go through steps (10) to come to certain conclusions. I've had one who couldn't spell whatsoever, now two really bright boys who are interested in theater/art/dance. Fun. I'm really enjoying it!
I volunteer my days away and am loving it!

So about this trip.
There are two projects.
The main one is to teach a skill with the purpose of providing a way in which a small group can start and maintain a business. Haitian run, Haitian owned. Six adults and a gifted 14 yr old will participate on a daily basis, 4-5 days a week, for two weeks.
The project is to make decorative ceramic tiles - the ones used on walls in nice homes like yours. We will start with the simplest: playing with clay, pinch-pots. coils, imprints with found objects, etc. Then the serious stuff begins. Rolling out tiles, checking thickness, followed by at least 6 ways in which a tile have be decorated.
We're also taking a field trip to visit an art studio, three galleries and a wonderful museum of Haitian Art. What joy that place is! There is a 5% chance (maybe 6... ;D ) that we can have a few of their pieces fired at the end. this is part one of two. I will be back in early Febr, at which point we will dig for clay, clean it, test it. Also visiting some kilns built there, and starting to build 'our own'. That in itself will take some time! I have spoken to TONS of artists here, and sometimes I hear too much to feel that I still have a clue.
It will be nice to sort it out.
The 2nd project takes place at Jean's and at Melet's schools. One in Saint Marc, halfway up the coast going north from Port au Prince, the other inland in Verrettes. I am, with great encouragement of Beth, conducting hexagon projects (google Hexagon Project and you will find it) in the upper grades. If I had not been with her while she did this in Nepal, I probably wouldn't had had the guts. But it is so wonderful for the students that I wanted to give them the experience. Just look it up-you will be amazed with the lovely (international) artwork submitted by school students each year.
So I have four suitcases and keep peeling here and there to be sure I stay juuuust under 50 lbs. It costs enough for the two extra ones! Two days ago I tried to see whether the one suitcase was still under 70 lbs (pay a big extra) I lifted it barely an inch and hurt my back.Shouldn't complain: I am the one who caused the stupid punishment!
That's it for now.

If you are so inclined, please, in whichever way you can, join the crowd in Wall street, whether bodily or in any other way you can. The corporate spending/no taxes has to stop, folks!! Some things are also ridiculous: I mean 700 people arrested and carried off in school busses (hello- energy abuse anywhere?) because of peaceful demonstrations?

Anyway. don't get me going. Think of me and wish the projects well, think of yourself and do something good (hug yourself, for example) and do something nice for your neighbor, especially if you can't stand the sight of him or her. Being nice to people you like doesn't count as much!

Monday, February 21, 2011

Kwasiorkor

As a really, really delayed reaction to a previous comment/question posted: kwasiorkor, 'kwash' for short, is a serious and deadly nutrition-deficiency disease in children. It appears mainly in tropical, developing countries. When so diagnosed, treatment must be applied immediately. The two most common signs are reddish-tinted hair and big bellies with skinny arms and legs. The body is so malnourished that it can no longer absorb food; protein in particular. Signs are also prolonged diarrhea, irritability and lethargy. It is a life-threatening stage that needs immediate attention, and needs to be monitored by professionals. Plumpynut and Medical Mamba are two products that provide high doses of ingredients needed to bring the child out of the worst stages, but many children return to the condition as soon as they return home. The child, lowest on the food totem pole at home, is often only fed the rice that is left after the family eats and, if still nursed, the mother's milk contains little nourishment to help the infant or child.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

paper, plastic or hand-woven? (haiti feb 2011) (new hatian free bags)

greetings to all. another trip to haiti has come and gone: another whirlwind of actions, impressions, accomplishments and failures. it is psychologically very difficult to be part of haiti - even if only for a week. staying there longer - a month or more - is definitely a more peaceful experience: everything settles and there is not such a rush to see and do all, or time to accept and understand. aside from that: i cannot be gone from carl that long.

this will be long, but much has happened again. ready it or dump it :D

as always, i just jot all this down, hope the spell-checker works (has not been...it must be in haiti....)and what you see is what you get. this trip was different. as all are. dinah dreher 19 yr old girl from germany, and katie bower, a social studies teacher in her late 20s from tunkhannunk (rural n.e. pennsylvania) were my companions for this powerful, short journey. dinah was steered my way by lisa walter, our onebigboost ambassador in germany. dinah was searching for something meaningful to do before beginning her university studies in the fall, and is now the volunteer math teacher in saint mark, haiti. a very brave young woman who will need all the encouragement from us all that she truly deserves. she will have many good and many difficult times. but i will let you follow her own stories on facebook and, hopefully on blogspot. thank you so very, very much for doing that, lisa! you've made a great contribution to the el shadai american-english school in saint marc, and a life-changing one for dinah! and that's really what onebigboost is all about!

arrival in haiti.
i was amazed at the improvement at the port au prince airport: an actual arrival into a 'sleeve' rather than across the tarmac (which with one airstrip is perfectly safe even if it is an instant blast-furnace), walking into organized halls to our luggage retrieval and waiting calmly in line for customs. amaaaaazig! outside was a long, covered walk-way with kind luggage porters and, at the very end, a group of people, including gladys and frantz and, most importantly, my little jean. he knew me from a great distance and was pulling away to find my neck with two tight little arms. absolutely wonderful. he is so healthy, so beautiful and so filled with love.

ok. so let me backtrack and give you the perspective as i heard over and over from dinah and katie:
...there were people everywhere...people touching me, yelling and talking, taking my luggage...it was scary and so confusing! i didn't know what to do! it was so horrible! then meeting gladys and frantz and jean, trying to get into the truck with everyone claiming to have helped us and wanting money (that was certainly true and maddening) and...and...

it would be easier to continue like this for pages and hours, but i will give a simple summary of what we did, saw, experienced and accomplished this week. it was good to go home at this point, after 8 instead of 10 days because, for once, i was truly overwhelmed as well. having dinah and katie close was absolutely great!


summary of some of all memories, good and bad mixed:
- there is building and construction absolutely everywhere, including in cities where there was no destruction. ergo: employment and upward motion.
- roadwork was amazing and with fantastic results. raised high up against water, solidly constructed. to saint marc in under 2 hrs instead of 4-5. no more vw-deep holes
- water run-off systems everywhere, also really well-done
- all people working rather than standing around watching others work (one time excepted)...sound familiar?
- strong electric lines on solid concrete poles all along the highways, as far north as gonaives (farthest north we went)
- tent cities as far as the eye could see in every direction of the compass. thousands and thousands and thousands and....of them. the distances these people traveled to safety and shelter is unimaginable.
- safer toilets everywhere, particularly by s.o.i.l and oxfam, who are working side-by-side on the toilet/hygiene issues. more about that later.
- several camps where they are starting little garden plots, flowers and food planted in old car tires.
- many farmers working the land - more than i saw any other year.
- the food prices everywhere are sky-high. no idea how people can survive on it.
- it seemed like almost everyone had jobs, but i didn't see as many school children as usual.
- fabulous (hidden!) restaurants, bars, discos and hotels
- many people without limbs
- wheelchairs impossible in the rubble-filled streets and steep 'roads'.
- handicapped people house-bound as a result. employment opportunities???
- endless complaints that food and fresh water is not delivered to the tent camps, particularly to the out-lying camps, miles and miles into nowhere.
- orphanages who are inundated with children who are not orphans, but whose parents cannot feed them.
- very young prostitutes along every major road, lifting up skirts with nothing under them, hoping to have some food that day.
- the sudden safety and normal- all is relative - daily life when arriving at saint marc or other such towns.
- every inch of space in petionville, leogane, port au prince (on and on) occupied by tents, from make-shift plastic bags to nice square house-shaped units in orderly rows. asnywhere an inch is found: in parking lots, small side yards, on the median of highways,even i the beds of pickup trucks. all parks are occupied as are steep hillsides and rubble-filled empty lots. there is worry about land deeds.
- rebuilding in the city virtually impossible because there is no way to get to the place where something needs to be built: occupied by make-shift shops selling either 'maggie' boullion cubes, spark plugs or bras, behind which are row after row of tents, each filled with families who have no other place to occupy.
- families living under fallen buildings with the risk of another cave-in.
- still an occasional stench of death
- beautifully built or repaired hospitals, often filled with international staff who teach the haitian doctors what they don't know how to do right....(many of those trained overseas: good to see respect and all..)
- worst of all: thousands of ngo-s, who will absolutely not work with each other. (a few exceptions, of course)
- dozens and dozens of international aid orgs, such as individual countries' red cross orgs: sweden, finland, iceland, japan, germany, arabic relief, brazil, chile, canada, usa, switzerland, greece, poland, mexico, china, several african nations etc etc. what was nice there was that many shared vehicles and drivers as needed, judging by stickers
- clear work done and continued regarding past, current and future issues, from roads to schools to mountainsides, growing projects, safety, hygiene etc etc.
- higher level business such as upscale stores and galleries are blooming and true quality artwork is appearing there.
- lots of painters on the street selling "their" art, created faster than degas, renoir,
van gogh, kandinski and dahli combined...and in all styles, of course. one even had jars of paint, ad paint smeared on his hands! i took his hand, rubbed some of the paint on my hand and said "see? i made all those, too!" which created great laughter from his street-vending professionals. long live copy machines!
- we had a fantastic driver while in/around port au prince. a 24 yo college business student named watson who knew the mazes like his back pocket. his english was good and we had a lot of fun. he, as most haitians in such cases, became a special friend to all three of us.
- sleeping on the cold tiles on a balcony in soft rain. a real mix of comfort and discomfort.
- trying to deal with people who always want more, or more for less. very frustrating. their initial requests are usually unreasonable, yet you hate to dicker with those who have so little
- not being able to explain that not all whites are rich, that not all 'blan' are there to get something from them - but to give, help and, hopefully, get the hell out of there again.
- trying to deal with the superior 'blans' around us, who are so good to the inferior, teaching them all they do not know while rubbing in how much they know, and will probably not continue..
- seeing people who will never ask what it is what the haitians want but just bring shirts (maybe they'd tell you they need underwear!) or pencils and paper for school instead of building a small outdoor kitchen so the kids ca have a hot meal once a day. these are just poor examples, but hopefully make clear that we must ask!!
- mingling with the haitians on 'time off' occasions and visit a disco or sip a glass of wine. have lunch together - even if on the sidewalk. they live differently, but are as alive as we are. do we have to do this 'integration' business all over again?
- huge billboards, elegantly done, regarding use of condoms, yes or no on breast-feeding (no for hiv+mothers), other safe sex issues, cholera prevention, cholera treatment, pre-natal care, malnutrition, safe toilet habits, work and education and water purification. clear and open, no baloney. we could do that here too!
- never-ever being able to drink or brush your teeth from a faucet.
- not having a real shower anywhere except at our hotel, which was a nice surprise.
- being able to softly slide into the lovely hotel pool with our clothes on, or just a bra and panties, because after the intense heat we couldn't just let it shimmer there
- always being surprised at the beauty of the vegetation, the huge banyan trees or the...whatever the true giants are called....
- many new large grocery stores, available to all rather than just diplomats and people with passports.
- tons and tons and tons of international corporations who set up permanent businesses, employing the many educated haitians who previously had nowhere to go once they had their diplomas or degrees.
- some tet villages had a little garden plot started by each tent.
- we saw solar cell panels atop (really high) street lights to offer night-time safety for them


boy- that was a lot of blue, wasn't it? (red and blue, haiti's colors...) sometimes one just has to spew in order to release, relive and especially not forget.
as far as onebigboost is concerned: we got some things done, others on the way and some just died a quick death.

dinah has found her temporary home at the house of gladys, jean, frantz and her three teen brothers. she's had a couple of bouts of homesickess already, but it is almost impossible not to. i stepped into this madness having worked myself from the bottom up over the past 11 years, while she and katie landed smack on the top during an exceptionally difficult time. very, very rough. please follow dinah (dreher)'s 5 month intense adventure, if at all possible, on facebook and whatever because she can use all the t-l-c she can get!
she already has many friends there and the fact that gladys is close to her age, has made a complete room available for her and that we started out all together, makes it a little easier. but only a little. she just told me that everyone taught her to 'dance haitian style' before taking her out clubbing last night. she had a blast!

we found two small groups of people, in saint marc and pertionville, very very interested in the tile-making project. they have the free clay, can build a kiln (have free soft and hard stone as well as free/low-cost cement and firing materials-not wood). the glazing materials and tools are not so hard to ship there. this project would entail initial investment from outsiders to purchase and provide labor, and volunteer time for education, building at least two med-size kilns with with them. i explained that during the first 3-6 moths they would have to apprentice a few hours each day and that this was like a school, but they didn't have to pay tuition (and should keep their jobs!). that was understood and appreciated. at least 3 of the people will be excellent a reliable. one of them, using my sample book, immediately talked about design etc. i feel that it should be a selective system as well, to give more value to the project.
very, very great.
we made contact with two galleries who are dealing in quality and all original pieces, one more costly than the other but both within reason. paintings, wood carving, glass, multi-media, photography, jewelry and iron work. no fabric work, come to think of it. they said they would gladly accept tiles for sale, since they have no such items.

we visited a home for restavec teenage girls, which was a very moving experience for us all. They have seven of the worst raped, beaten and neglected girls, with another 8 to come. in addition they are working with hundreds of families through individual and group meetings to improve the lives of many less endangered work girls and boys, some as young as age 3. one of the housemothers, a perhaps early-30s young woman, american of haitian origin, is a Child Advocate. she told us that they are training the girls skills for a profession as well as going to school, having normal chores and the normal life of teens. baking cookies instead of cooking for the entire family.for once. katie, dinah and i conferred, all being equal in onebigboost, and decided to donate $500 to the home, to be used for an object(s) that would benefit all, such as a house computer for study and/or sewing machines. we'd love to give more: this project is worthy of all help we can give it and skill-building is essential for independence.

one camp we visited needed a school building, we were told. they had one, which was very confusing. the principal, rather than asking for books, asked for uniforms. there were about 300 tents, all with at least one family each and nothing much more than the clothes on their backs. we left in great confusion and some anger. it's a longer story - let's leave it like that.

cite soleil - the dirt under the crust of the earth.
after visitig the new gardens outside cite soleil and being told there was a door in the wall that surrounds it, i went to fid it and stepped through. like the witch and her war-drobe.

i made some people worried or even 'unhappy', but i couldn't help myself. i had hear children's voices, and by sound found a lovely little school. the 'building' was new: newly erected walls covered by cheerful yellow tarps which gave it such a sunny appearance! the children, all crowded 8 or more to a bench meant for two, were working hard and paying attention to their teachers. they only have 6 grades and are grateful for any students who make it that far. that school i hope to do something for!

the section of cite soleil i was in was like nothing i have ever seen or imagined. something from a made-up movie. each house was tiny-tiny and each one room only made of stone (or whatever) walls, dark and dank. the 'streets' were perhaps 3 feet wide and often no longer than one or two of the 'houses'. after each segment there was another turn and another. at each turn i looked carefully for things to help me find my way back. it was truly like walking through a maze - an eerie one. people stared at me, some shocked, but whenever i flashed a happy 'bonswa!!' to them, i was greeted with joyful smiles and the same greeting. one time is asked for lekol and was pointed to lakaila. sure enough: i had followed the sound correctly. they were too stunned to take me there.
i had a wonderful coversation with the principal, who took me around to each classroom, introduced me to each teacher and to all the boys and beribboned little girls. watson, deadly worried, finally found me and scolded me. i was really sorry that i had upset him, but am delighted with the little discovery trip. the principal asked me " are you by yourself? not afraid? that is good. very very good!". i have his and the school's information.

the gardens visited were wonderful. all 'fed' by composted, odorless and rich human waste (yes: safe to touch) and anywhere from 1-ft high bean and tomato bushes to peeping green. visiting their system of sifting and safe handling of the tons of waste was truly interesting! the toilets themselves were great! poo and pee are separated within the toiletry. liquid goes into containers, and poo gets a handful of...bash?...that helps the odor and starts the composting off to a good start. it would be good, with more nutrients, to ad the pee, but that also makes the whole process stink like heck. they have a special cleaning system (cholera) for departing trucks, tools and human feet. hip-hip-hurrah for SOIL! our $1500 donation is growing!

we went north, to gonaive, to look at a river that had not been contaminated, and searched for clay. it is excellent, so that was hopeful. we rode there in back on a tap-tap, something upper-class haitians have never done, and had a blast. renting car and driver would have come to $150 for 5 of us...the tap-tap was $6 rt for the whole gang.

another day, we bought some lovely clay/ceramic pieces in port and petionville, to be exhibited in frank goryls' upcoming haiti ceramic arts show at moscow clayworks. the pieces vary from a voodoo plate to a wall platter, a candle stick to simple vases.

can't remember the rest, but i am completely satisfied with the search and research of our goals. much done in just one week and yes: gladys' chicken is the best!
and my boy jean is, well, there is nothing like that, just like there is nothing like having a grandson. two such unique experiences. indescribable joy.

and haiti? my 'baby? sometimes i want to shake haiti in absolute anger. and then i realize that a shaken haiti has already happened, and that the result is awful.
back with courage and more complete plans next time, not so far down the road.

sticking with our mission statement: one time, one place, serving many, is not easy. food and clothing, tho' needed, is not within that scope. school books as school property would be, but pencils and paper are not. seeing the need makes you choke, but there are limited things a small org like ours is doing and should do if we are to be effective. we have that responsibility toward all those who trust and entrust us with their gifts and donations!
it is marvelous to see how and in which way we are growing, and which way it moves. and moves us. volunteers, people, like katie, who goes home with such vivid, confusing and often painful impressions, is carrying this on to her middle school students.
be gentle, katie. we live in a sheltered world and some of the children may have difficulty coping with your emotions!
still we promise to use 100% of all donations as entrusted to us, whether $5 or $1750. both have happened and we carry on your wishes and our promises if and when at all possible.
we're not only working in haiti: we will be wherever we can do a little bit of good - the little holes big orgs cannot or will not touch.

the 'village' is likely impossible, as we have realized after we put all the puzzle pieces together. we need too much from other ngo-s to make it work, and they're not interested in any project they cannot claim to be theirs. however: restavekfreedom has the same philosophy we do: 'it makes a difference to this one' when you pick up that lonely starfish and toss it back into the ocean.

please keep us in mind for donations, volunteerism, joining the international, growing team of all ages of onebigboost in decision-making and idea-contributions.

i already said that you didn't have to read it all, so don't blame me if it was too much. but thank you for sharing all this: the good, the bad and the ugly.
keep in touch via www.onebigboost.org
thanks and love, marianne

Monday, January 17, 2011

OneBigBoost-updates Jan 2011



The enigma Haiti. Now Duvalier has re-appeared, and yet no-one has an inkling why, for how long, what the reactions will do to the current elections. Just wait and see - another battle for Haiti and hopefully something will go uphil this year.

We at OneBigBoost have had a busy and great year! To see all the things that have happened, click on "to the bar" at the www.onebigboost.org website. Sorry, BYOB there. Our most recent project was a donation of $1500 to SOIL (Sustainable Organic Integrated Livelihoods), an NGO run by great young people in Haiti. They build toilets, do all sorts of organic info projects, and are now building a model garden on land they own in Tabarre. (A 'suburb' of Port au Prince, where the US Embassy also resides) Here the produced human compost will be used to show how valuable it can and will be in future gardening and tree-raising projects. In the central and northern region of Haiti in particular, this may well turn out to be one of the most promising projects! Needless to say they were at the center of action, and well over-worked, during the time and aftermath of the cholera epidemic. Thank goodness that is coming to be under control. Not gone, but almost contained. (but spreading in the DR..)
Now we have to turn to our last and by far largest project. Yet, again, in Haiti.

OneBigBoost wants to attempt a huge project that provides a degree of safety to small children: the restavec.
We have an opportunity to build an enclosed compound of 10 temporary structures, to last an average of 6 yrs, versus a tent to last 1 yr,( in a tropical climate.) Each structure is shaped like a yurt, made of recycled materials. The project intends to take 10 of these units and connect them permanently to create a safer environment for these runaway children. Each yurt can easily sleep 6 children, and two yurts should be given two single (also harrassed and raped) adult women to give a degree of supervision. The children for the first unit will be girls.

So what is a restavek-and what is the problem? Restaveks, boys and girls, are indentured slave children. They are either given or sold to well-to-do families in the city in hopes for a better life and education. Others are just kidnapped. Indeed: there are great and loving and responsible families out there, as Sander and I experienced ourselves. Sander befriended one of the boys: a happy, bright and well-educated boy clearly loved by the woman who had taken him in - and vise versa. Unfortunately this is only a small persentage. These 'stay with', 'reste avec' children often run away if they can, skinny, neglected, punished terribly and abused in many ways. Now, after the quake, it is estimated that 200 000 (yes: 5 zeros) children are abandoned and living off garbage heaps, and no safety - no-one to run to.

Here comes that starfish again. We can't save or help 200 000 children Don't We Wish!!!
But we can help one. Or 10. Or hopefully 50. And help a few women who are raped by strangers at night...when you are alone in a tent and nobody to protect you... (some smart woman in Port au Prince gave the women whistles!! Fantastic!) This is daily life there, including in the many places people escaped to outside Port.
The yurt village will cost $9500, which includes buying them, shipping them, paying workers to put them up (2-3 days), three to four toilets and ground cloths. Of course much more is needed - but these are basics that can be turned into reality.
Sadly, there are always stumble blocks.
A piece of land: there are already two options that are realistic.
Food, water, schooling, medical help...this is where things became a bit...well not so nice. (Although Jiminy Crickett tells me that the kids are better off to have a roof than nothing)
I contacted several big aid organizations this week, filled with hope and excitement. Together we can do great things! Right. Judging by their responses, they didn't realy read what I had sent them. I requested simple help in identifying one or more people/volunteers 'on the gound' in Haiti to make contact with when there, and pick their brain-just for a short amount of times. Asking them to introduce me to a person, direct me to a place. The response was each time: "we do not work with NGOs. You may donate to..." That was the moment that I wondered if we really all do want to save the children.

With the current political situation, we don't even know when to go. On the other hand, OBB is getting some much needed and exciting interest and action from overseas, which is so stimulating! Thank you, all!
We also have unexpected contact with some very rural schools in Guatemala, and a development in Nepal for (illiterate)adult education concerning the Nepali equivalent of Haitian restavec children. See if you can pick up the book SOLD by Patricia McCormick. This novel about a young girl in slavery is amazing - and so is the outcome as well as what is happening because of the book! And part of the book supports the new information project in Nepal! All poor countries have child trafficking. More starfish..

What can you do? Look at the website from time to time. Tell friends, family and collegues to look. If there is an opportunity for a fund raiser, consider us. If you would like to organize something fun, ask. Would you like a copy of our PowerPoint program to use for meetings and public information? Ask and we'll send a copy. Or find a cause and solution yourself!

NAMASTE'

We're not going away, and the need to give can easily be satisfied through the need to receive.