Eccomi... Dear readers I am :-) I am almost two weeks since I left, and what about? I landed in Lima with my heart in turmoil and legs atrophied from 12 hours of flight. The days were spent in Lima and a po'frenetici messy. A lot of training, lots of laughs, visit Aspem projects in the poorest districts of Lima where the huts of mud and wood and dusty streets crowded with dogs and children playing in the dirt in an absurd clash with the rich districts of the city, full of luxury cars and high heels.
Saturday morning surprise departure of race without even washing their faces, La Paz (we thought of having to start Sunday and luckily someone has noticed that the ticket was booked for Saturday ...). La Paz, 4,000 meters and its height of evil. When those who had already told me the symptoms caused by the height I thought it was a po'esagerato ... but it is really bad. The head turns and make a small hill you feel your heart pounding. La Paz is a city that truly captivates you with its strangeness and its contarddizioni. The streets are crowded with cholitas with traditional colorful skirts in their little shacks selling everything and more. Here are all very nice, but the street you feel very observed and ognitanto qulacuno treats you so unkind ... gringo! E 'staggering costs as little life here ... with a few euro in my pocket I'm a rich person, and a little' I am ashamed of everything I buy for a few bolivianos. Today one of my friends has bought a wooden craft table for ... ... 9 € a bag of bread costs 1:50 bolivianos .... not even 20 euro cents!
But talk of El Alto, a city within a city. Tuesday we had to go to the opening of a prison but we could not get because we ran into a blockade (roadblock of civilians who have marched for something, in this case the rise in the price of public transport). We tried to go anyway and we threatened to throw stones at the jeep there ... so we went back, and after several load speed and a tip we were able to exit the hot zone. Bolivia is in turmoil, the dream of Evo Morales is fading fast after the first period of popular enthusiasm, and the people are mobilizing to reclaim the broken promises! Here when you protest to protest strongly, with bloques and paros of whole days in which the roads and infrastructure are blocked by groups of people armed with patience and missed no stones. Monday I should go to Tarija ... but I do not know if I can get to the airport just because of a blockade ... In El Alto
go to work my friends who stay here at The Paz and we went to visit their projects. Even here poverty is ... indescribable. Here the houses are brick, but none is plastered and El Alto is marked by red bricks naked. There is a bustle of women, children, and micro combi, local transport whizzing heedless of pedestrians who often risk their lives crossing the street. Keeping an eye on the bag roll through the city and we welcome smiles of children and women of earnest curiosity accompanied by whistles of some guy.
are a thousand thoughts crowd my mind and I could not write in an understandable way ... but sometimes I just seem to be in another world here ... the other side of the world! Just
I will upload photos. I'm going to shut myself up in my sleeping bag that night in La Paz is really cold, and in Bolivia there is no heating ... brrrrrr!
