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Environment, Poverty, and Hope

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El barrio

Santa Ana is a “barrio” (neighborhood) that is built on top of a landfill. Walking through the community you can’t imagine the obvious environmental problems. There is trash on the streets and a drainage system is virtually non-existent. Working in the environmental group has allowed me to realize the relationship between poverty and environmental problems.

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Houses in the barrio

In the US, while we are the most wasteful country in the world, we have access to recycling plants, environmental education, and government assistance. Moreso, we are fortunate enough to have lifestyles that allow us the opportunity to make the environment a priority. In areas marked by extreme poverty and destitution, environmental awareness is not a priority. It is apparent and in many ways understandable that in Paraguay there is not a focus on the environment. There is a lack of understanding and resources necessary for environmental education. In Santa Ana that pipes and sewage enter into the streets and ultimately flow into the river. Santa Ana is not recognized by the Paraguayan governtment so in order to get rid of trash it needs to be taken down, too. This is very difficult because most people in the community don’t own cars. In Carapeguá there is also no trash or recycling system, and the town is located two hours from the nearest recycling plant. As a result, trash is usually burned or dumped into the river.

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After a hard days work in the park

Despite these obstacles, the communities of both Carapeguá and Santa Ana have been enthusiastic and determined to learn and work to change the way trash disposal and recycling are viewed. In Carapeguá we worked with multiple schools to create color-coded trash cans, to raise awareness about the effects of trash burning, and to brainstorm about ways to reuse everyday materials. In Santa Ana we have worked with the kids and completed the planting of 100 trees in the community. With the help of the kids at the community center, we have also recovered and beautified a park that was once entirely covered by sewage.

While there are many obstacles that are apparent in the community, the determined and excited attitude of the community members offers hope.

Grace, a student at Wilson High School

A Happy Birthday

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View from the hotel

Today was my birthday and it was the first time I had ever celebrated it out of the country, let alone without my family. My host Didier woke me up at 7 in the morning to have breakfast and get dressed. I had breakfast and we made our way over to hotel Chaco where we would meet the rest of the group. We were late like usual. As the group piled into the bus, I received a number of birthday wishes from my peers. When we reached the Santa Anna center, I walked into the meeting room and immediately the room burst into singing “Happy Birthday.” From that moment I could tell my 17th birthday was going to be an interesting one.

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Kids having a laugh

For helping in Santa Anna, I am in the group salud (health). Our main job is walking around to a number of houses and explaining to the occupants the importance of a good shelter, source of drinking water, and so on. I however do not speak the best Spanish but I try to do my best to explain, of course with help from the others. The poverty in this area is simply remarkable. As I walked by houses (or so they were called) made of scraps of metal and children covered in dirt it made me think about my life and how much I take the simple pleasures for granted such as hot water or even a shower. Unfortunately, it rained today for about 15 minutes, but by the time it was done I was soaked.

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Happy birthday

We then separated for lunch and like everyday I was accompanied by Darío and Pedro for lunch. This time, the Peace Corps worker Giselle joined us for lunch. We had shell noodles with a ground beef meat sauce. It was delicious. We headed Back to the center to deliberate. This time I played soccer with the little kids in the school. Then it was time to celebrate my birthday. They have many different traditions for birthdays in Paraguay. For one it is a tradition to gang up on the birthday boy and slap him on his back and head. It was all in good fun, though. After that we handed out the cake and sang happy birthday in English and Spanish. I went home and got ready to go to my friend Tobias’ house where they were having a party to celebrate. After the night was over, it definitely was a good day celebrating my birthday in Paraguay.

Jason, a student at Bullis

The More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same

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Pools in the barrio streets

Today was the first work in Santa Ana, The strangest part about the barrios (Santa Ana, San Blas, Santa Rose, and Divina Niño) are the streets. The river that borders Asunción flows over into creeks and marshy ponds and in many places into the streets themselves. They are riddled with full gutters and puddles that span the width of the road in some places. People drive their motorcycles or horse carts through, but the walkers (like us) have to pick a careful path along sidewalks and occasional stepping stones. Also, it is very common to run into animals along the street- usually chickens and dogs, but horses, pigs, and cows, too. In places, Santa Ana resebles a photo of an American town after a hurricane complete with debris, as the river carries the trash littering the streets to collect in gutters and streams.

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Walking in the barrio

The houses are very different; some are bits of corregated tin and plywood held together tenuously. Others are slightly cramped sort of smallish houses mirroring Carapeguá, only a bit more squished. However, some houses are larger, fenced in with gardens and livestock and an air of sprawl.

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A stream in the barrio

The health group hiked around Santa Rosa for awhile, visiting 2 of the 6 houses in the area to which we will return several times over the week. The first was empty and partially collapsed; in the second, we found the elderly man who lived there. He told us that he hadn’t eaten in almost a week. One of our group leaders, a girl who lived nearby, later told us she would bring him something at the end of the day.

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Making friends

I ate lunch with a girl who lived in Santa Ana only a few blocks from the community center. The soup (soyo) was delicious, but I still felt my lack of Spanish skill as I tried to offer a little conversation. I was dreading awkwardness that would ensue when my Spanish ran out, when another girl from Santa Ana and her American LSP guest showed up. Lucia, my Santa Ana host, Cecilia, my hose sister from San José, Zoe, her Santa Ana hose, and I watched the first part of the movie Twighlight together. Zoe and I tried to piece together Spanish explanations of the movie and we compared our crushes to Edward Cullen, the movie’s star. The five of us, laughing the way we were, could have been on any couch in any living room in the United States. It was so universal, the girl talk, the laughter, and the movie, that our vastly different backgrounds just sort of didn’t matter.

Nicole, a student at Woodrow Wilson Senior High School

Malambo School

Yesterday (June 30), LearnServe Zambia ‘09 left Lusaka to travel 3 hours south to Monze where the teachers and students will be staying on a community farm and working at the local rural school, The Malambo School… a school that is short on resources but eager to help raise its children out of poverty. For the first time in the history of the school, two graduates recently passed the national exam that will allow them to attend high school, something LearnServe Zambia plans to celebrate with the community. LearnServe Zambia will also be working with the local students and teachers in the classrooms.

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Students at the Malambo School.

While during the drive to the Malambo School I had a lot of thoughts that were going through my head. The biggest thought was whether or not the kids here would have more enthusiasm than the children at Chikumbuso. Before I even arrived at the school, I got my answer and is was “yes”. The reason why I thought this was because to me all the children that we saw before we even got to the Malambo School were happy and eager to say hi just like they were at Chikumbuso. Though my mind was set for kids running all over the place having an amazing time, my thought was quickly erased as the children I saw at the school quickly hid or tried to quickly go into their classrooms. Although at first I thought it was because we were American, I realized that it was more because they were shy. As I got off the bus and got to the classroom I felt a little bit better as the students were eager to get to know my partners and I. While in the classroom as I was about to start our lesson dealing with electricity, the teacher, told me my dad, who is also on the trip with us, wanted me. I was somewhat mad because I really wanted to start this lesson and get to know the children. But, when I went and found my father, I realized that he was in front of the mural he had started last year when he was here. I realized that my name was underneath a quote that he had painted. Probably the best moment of the day was when my dad told the students and the headmaster of the school that the name underneath the quote was me. After that, everyone was eager to know me, which made me feel happy.

Ayinde, a student at School Without Walls

What Is Important To You?

What is art? It is looking at the world in a different way. As a “member” of the art group here in Santa Ana I made it a goal for myself to show the world under a different light.

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Sketching the donkey

Right now I can only speak about the part of the wall I painted and supervised which is only a small part of all that this group has accomplished so far. I painted a donkey surrounded by colors and I wrote on that same wall (with some help) a poem by Federico García Lorca that I had learned in the USA. I realize that when people will look at the painting of the donkey on the wall they will have no clue what it means, and that is the point. I want children in the school to see the painting every day and wonder every time about it.

Isn’t the feeling of mystery one of the most exciting human feelings? Einstein thought so. For the poem, I am really glad I wrote it on the wall. As I was painting the letters, the children would come around and read it aloud. That immediately persuaded me I had had a good idea. One French writer thought that one could be a scholar if one knew very well at least one piece of good, written work.

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Drawing and learning

When you see that same poem every day painted on a wall, you start to get interested in it and you learn it, and then you reflect upon it. To me, poetry is an eye-opener, and I think that everyone should have the opportunity to experience it. I suppose the children in this school do study some poetry, but I remember poetry I studied when I was that age, and it was nothing like García Lorca, more like, “Today I am going to school/Tomorrow to the swimming pool.” I do not have the pretension to be able to judge what good poetry is, but I do want to share what is important to me with other people.

Eva Bessette, a student at Bethesda-Chevy Chase High School

Two Great Welcomes & Two Very Different Experiences

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Sam makes a lesson plan

I bent down to kiss the cheeks of the short, fragile grandmother, then the mother, then their seven year old daughter, and popped back up again to firmly shake the Dad’s hand. I greeted my new Carapegua host family in Spanish, and they returned my greeting in Spanish, Guaraní, and an attempt at English. As we walked to their little 1980’s green Volkswagen (having a car is a big deal) they asked me if I knew any Guaraní, and I asked them if they knew any English. Collectively, between the four of them, they knew car, dog, house, “Good night”, “good morning” and yes. On the other hand, I didn’t and still don’t know any Guaraní. The Santacruz’s had a nice three bedroom row house, with an outdoor family room, living room, and kitchen. For Carapegua, it was actually quiet nice.

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Walking in the rain in Carapegua

Orlando, (the Dad) immediately sat me down the minute I arrived, and we talked about cars. He is very proud to have both a car and a motorcycle, because it boosts his business (package courier). After talking about cars, our conversation transitioned to me, my family, and America…oh and how he didn’t believe that I am only 16 because I am taller than him. Somewhere between my life, and Obama, Obama, Obama, five hours went by, and I was physically and mentally exhausted. I retired to my bed, which like the bed at Hotel Chaco, was way to short. In bed, I thought to myself that my Spanish couldn’t be that good, but maybe it had been. I drifted to sleep, a proud Spanish student, with the sound of barking dogs, and screaming animals in the background.

Fast forward a week, and a few some kilometers away- back at Hotel Chaco, in Asunción, we were paired with our San Jose School host families. My new host brother, Darío, greeted me in English, and took me over to where his friends were sitting. Their perfect English AMAZED me, and I did a double take when Darío informed me he had only been studying English for two years! I could tell this would be a very different experience.

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Back in Asuncion

We started the welcome dinner at about the same time Orlando and his family would be going to bed in Carapegua, about 8:30. After dinner, the host families took us to a club party that lasted into the early morning hours, when my host family in Carapegua would usually be waking up. A side note, there were no chickens. The next morning, when I talked to my new host family as a whole, they were totally different than the folks in Carapegua. I felt as if I had traveled to yet another country overnight, because the culture was so different. They did not speak Guaraní, didn’t even know any, they did not drink Mate, they did not pray before a meal, they did not have animals, they did not make their own cloths, they did not wake up at four, and they did not stare at me because they had never seen an American before. What they did do is watch CNN, MTV, and E! They had Facebook, and GMail, and wore American fashion labels, they took family vacations, and had two new cars, they went walking for fun, and had a computer, and T.V’s, they had educated backgrounds, but despite all these differences (even though the two families only live two hours away from each other) they were equally interested, and honored, to have an American stay in their home. Reciprocating these warm, welcoming, but very different families, I was equally as honored to be staying in the homes of Paraguayans.

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Santa Ana after the storm (photo by Sam T.)

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The beard contest

Note: Today I am blogging from Hotel Chaco, because I am as sick as a dog, with a head and chest cold… at least I have a room with a balcony. Also, I am totally beating Eamon in the beard contest. The looser goes home with the winner’s mustache design.

Sam T., a student at Bethesda-Chevy Chase High School

Comité de Salud

Here in Santa Ana, I’m working on the Comité de Salud, or in English, Health Committee. Our job is to… well, we have a lot of jobs. But our main focus is to promote good health and hygiene in Santa Ana.

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Sorting donations

In Santa Ana, some people don’t have running water, so it’s hard for them to maintain good health. Also there are no trash collection trucks, so throughout the community there are piles of trash. Many people are left without any option but to burn their trash to prevent huge piles from building outside their homes. Burning trash isn’t only bad for the environment, but also for the health of the people living here.

Right now we are getting ready to start health day in the Divino Niño neighborhood of Santa Ana. We are going to wash some little kids here. It’s going to be fun. The kids here aren’t necessarily very dirty or anything, they just don’t all have the means to stay clean all the time.

I hope that we can leave something for the people here in Santa Ana. It’s not only important for us to do stuff here but to leave our messages behind. That’s the one thing I hope we can do.

Zoe, a student at Bethesda-Chevy Chase High SchoolComité de Salud

Chikumbuso, Nshima, and Gimp

Ten days ago I found myself in a complete daze as I stood in front of an Ethiopian airline counter, attempting to rearrange objects in my bag in order to fit the strict requirement of 50 lbs or less. Now I’m making bicycles from scratch, learning from third graders, and trying food that I would probably eat only if I were paid a large sum of money.

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Widows of Chikumbuso

Today was our last day at Chikumbuso, so I decided to buy a bag in order to support some of the widows… and then I bought a coin purse… and a glasses holder… and then another bag. By the end of the day, I had bought $30 worth of items and wanted to buy more. The look in each widow’s eyes made me more hopeful and more willing to buy something because there was a face that I could associate with the things I bought.

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Soccer balls

On Thursday and Friday, I taught children how to make gimp, a craft which is done in some elementary schools. After working with the children, I thought gimp would probably not make a big impression on them. By Monday, my perception was completely changed. It was absolutely hilarious seeing students run around with gimp necklaces and bracelets. At least 20 students asked for gimp, saying they wanted to practice how to do the basic box and the Chinese staircase. After another day full of arts, and crafts, stickers and small children, we also got to try nshima, a dough-like food made of corn meal. It tasted different from anything I had ever tried.

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Gaby and Natalie stir the nshima

At the end of the day, the children of Chikumbuso thanked us for our visit and celebrated the time we spent with them through various traditional song and dance performances. The amazing show full of talent and enthusiasm, summed up the strong bonds formed between LearnServe Zambia and the Chikumbuso community. We finished the day taking lots of pictures and hugging our new-found friends good-bye.

Tomorrow we be leaving for Monze. It’s time to pack.

Thank you for reading.

Zora, a student from Albert Einstein High School

A privileged education

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Jaleel and Yecenia break ground

Could you imagine starting your day’s work before the sunrise and finishing after sunset? Many people in Zambia live like this and some children are unable to go to school because of the mere distances they have to travel to get their daily work done. To the people in Zambia, the privilege of receiving an education is a great blessing.

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Lola helps with the water

In Lusaka, there is a school for orphaned and double orphaned children called the Chawama Community School. Today we went there and helped contribute to their garden where they will grow vegetables such as cabbage, onions, tomatoes and spinach to sell as a profit for supporting the salaries of the teachers. We began by breaking up the dirt with hoes, which was no easy task in the hard, dried dirt. Then, using rakes, we evened out the bed of dirt, cleaning out lots of garbage, plastic bags, and even old pieces of tire. Once the dirt bed was even, we created holes and placed various vegetables and herbs in them. When the entire patch was filled completely, the patch of newly planted vegetables or herbs was watered.

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A well-earned break

We continued for a couple of hours repeating the process over and over. During the entire time, I thought about my own school in comparison. What passion and gratefulness the students must show inside the classroom to make the people in the school want to sell vegetables and herbs to help them continue their education even though it’s such an effort. What would it take to create this same gratefulness in the students of America and my own school and how would it affect the way the school staff and teachers displayed an interest in our education?

Jaleel, student at the Cesar Chavez Charter School

Elizabeth Drew, Team Leader of the LearnServe Zambia team, called this afternoon to provide a brief update. The team will be leaving Lusaka for Monze tomorrow where they will start their work with the Malambo School. Since internet access will be extremely limited in Monze, there will be fewer postings to the Zambia blog through Saturday.

To market, to market

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An artist from the town of Kitwe

After the chaos of the morning’s money exchange, we excitedly set off to the traditional Zambian market with pockets full of Kwacha. The popular monthly social event allowed us to practice our bargaining skills with the vendors who travel from all over Zambia to profit from their crafts. For some of the craftsmen, such markets sustain their livelihoods. A few encounters with the vendors made obvious the persistent ones; however, compared to other markets, we bargained in a relatively non-aggressive environment. With our family members and friends in mind, we looked through the stalls of jewelry, carved animals, pillows, clothing, purses, house wares, and other detailed crafts.

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One of the widows at Chikumbuso

We were pleasantly surprised to see our friends from Chikumbuso selling their beautiful crocheted purses made of plastic grocery bags. The wafts of homemade delicacies attracted many bargainers to the food section of the market. A variety of Indian, Chinese, Zambian, and American cooking refueled us after a long and exhausting morning. The market left us with gifts to bring home, full stomachs, and an interesting insight into Zambian culture. We spent the rest of the day “exploding our donation bags” in order to sort teacher kits, clothing, and school supplies for Chikumbuso and the rural Malambo School.

Elizabeth, a student at Sidwell Friends School