
Housing at the Via
July 2nd 2007- Heartbreak
Today was the hardest day that I have had since coming to Nicaragua. We had the opportunity to visit the area where the locals lived after the hurricane hit Chinanadega- the garbage dump where they lived for approximately 2 years. Words can't even describe the abysmal conditions. The dump is located next to a cemetary. However, this cemetary is slowly encrouching on the dump itself. Kids as young as three years old are working here to collect plastic bottles. If they collect a ton of bottles they will be able to earn 30 cardobas- about 2 dollars and it is just enough to feed themselves for that night. There are scavanger dogs and cows eating what leftovers that are at the dump. Local gangs work here to collect the best of the material and are the community troublemakers. They cant be blamed for their status. It's their reality and they are trying to survive as well. The dump is situated on the banks of a river. The water has been severly polluted by the dump as well as whatever waste released by a the main hospital up the river. This water is used for bathing as well as drinking- so you can probably imagine the type of diseases that the locals suffer from. As we walked through the village, some of the mothers were bathing their kids in the water. I wanted to cry.
Time and time again, John and Amigos have asked these locals to join them at the Via but because of fear and false promises from other organizations, they have decided to remain at the dump. Some, didnt want to abide by the rules of the via- not to sell the land and housing for their own personal profit. When we were about the leave the dump, I saw two of the locals approach John and ask them if it was possible to move back to the via. Sadly, there is no current funding to accomodate for more.
Having seen the dump and the current housing available at the via, all i could think about was the countless number of amazing opportunities that available to build on. Ideas that could be used to improve conditions in any society. It is an investment in the future but it has to depend on the local culture as well. I think it was sabrina who mentioned that the local culture is to focus on the present. They do not consider the long term implications and focusing on the entire community as a whole. She is trying to get the community to realize their own potential and they can together build a successful future for their children.

Water for the community
Returning to Via Catalina gave me a new perspective. Everything seemed more cleaner and there was an obvious pride that the locals had in their improved conditions. I finally understood why they were so excited to see us even though they have never met us. They associate any new or returning groups to their good fortunes. They too had taken a giant leap of faith and it had paid off. Their children could recieve both primary and secondary education. After Grade 6, Amigos would make scholarships available if they wished to pursue their education further.

The local Library
The basketball court and baseball field provides kids with something to do in the community rather than becoming involved in local gangs and the library- an area to improve their skills and knowledge. Some of the current projects also include building a medical facility on site and a church to provide spiritual guidance for the locals.

Building the Medical Facility
Following the orientation, we were once again split into our groups and assigned our tasks. Did I mention that today was the hottest day in Chinandega. It was approximately 40 degrees outside! I felt my body constantly facing challenges and sadely i dont think today it was ready to face the battle with the heat. I think that i was affected most by the dehydration and it was really hard to remain positive and continue working. I had'nt eaten much in the morning and I constantly took breaks and I just needed to get out of the sun. But with Megan pushing us to work harder, I was able to keep going till 1. By the lunch break at the bodega, all i remember was eating one sandwich and lying down on the steel and passing out. My body could take no more.
I think i passed out for a good two hours before I got up again. By this time, everyone had just returned for lunch and were chatting away. After an extended siesta, John had asked for volunteers to mix cement and I jumped on the opportunity. Laying the foundation for the clinic in the heat had been fun but I felt that given my limited number of days, I had to experience doing everything and anything. Secretly, I was hoping to paint some of the houses as well. I really did not realize how challenging it would be to mix cement. We first had to add three buckets of dirt, 4 buckets of stone, water and then 9 bags of cement. We constantly had to keep stirring the mixture so that it did not harden on the surface. This is when I really wished we had a cement mixer. But, John wanted to get the locals to see that they too had to play a crucial role in their own future. Kids were joining us and help ing us to mix the cement. At this point I had found out that the locals had built their houses (20 at a time) and had refused to move into the Via until all houses were ready. Talk about solidarity!
The mixed cement was to be used to build a locker room for the inter city basketball team project. Jersey's were being donated by local highschools in Atlanta and I thought it was amazing! There is so much creativity- it can really be a source of motivation.
Like everything else in Nicaragua, the slow pace once again kicked in and I didnt have much to do. So, I decided to walk around and find Sabrina. I knew she was painting some houses and I really wanted to help out. So with Kelly and some other kids, I began to help them with touching up some missing areas of paint. The house was bright blue! So beautiful! And the kids were starting to scare me a little bit. Everytime i got up on the ladder and tried to paint near the roof, they would get on the ladder and start to shake it! I swear I thought i was going to fall and break some bones. I was more worried about my weight crashing on top of their tiny bodies.
We called it a day around 6pm. I really felt that I had not accomplished more. Being in Nicaragua is making me want to beat like an energizer bunny and keep going. Maybe I am just being obsessive again. After dinner (more fried chicken- ahhhh) I couldn't keep myself up. I just ended up going up stair and passing out on my bed by 7. I was sorry that I couldnt stay up to participate in devotion. At the end of the night, everyone gets together and sings songs and gives thanks. I really enjoy this and I realize how much peace I feel at when I do it. Even though i dont know any of the hyms, just singing along calms me. I think I am getting to understand my mom more and more with each passing day. Rest is what I needed the most and that's exactly what I got.