jueves, 20 de junio de 2013

A trip to Nicaragua

Two summers ago I had the brilliant idea of going to Nicaragua as a volunteer for a NGO. My cousins were going there with another group of people of my age, so I decided that I would join them. I thought it would be the perfect experience to grow up. The truth is that they had a few meetings before going to Nicaragua, to prepare us for going there. I was too lazy to go and I thought I didn’t need that… When we arrived in Nicaragua I felt like my world was falling apart. I still don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop crying. I just wanted to get out of there and come back home. That village was lost in the middle of the mountains, the people living there had nothing apart from a ripped t-shirt, dirty jeans and if they were lucky, a couple of flip-flops. I felt so bad that I didn’t know if I would be able to spend 30 days living in that place. Apart from this big problem at the beginning I had other bad experiences too. One day I was walking to the meeting point to have breakfast with my colleagues. Suddenly while I was sitting on that old bench made of wood, one of my friends told me that I couldn’t move because I had something in my bag but she wouldn’t told me what was it. So I stayed there as straight as I could and I even stopped breathing for a moment. And then, as if it were magic, one of the little girls from the village came to me and saved me from the scorpion that I had hanging from my bag. Another of my worst experiences there was the “toilet moment”. I cannot remember missing the toilet of my house so much in all my life. Actually there wasn’t a toilet. You had to go to a little house made of wood with a hole inside, that was full of insects with a roll of toilet paper lying on the floor. If you were lucky, you could even found there a couple of animals, like frogs. Being in there was the most disgusting situation I’ve ever had in my life. The smell, the light and the dirtiness of that place made me think that one of those days I would die in there. I would also like to talk about another of my moments, the “shower moment”. As it happened with the toilet, the shower didn’t exist. They had four logs holding a black piece of plastic that was supposed to cover those parts of your body that don’t have to be seen (or at least, the ones you are not supposed to show to the people of the world). The rest of the shower was a bucket with water, cold water, of course. Sometimes you could even find mosquitoes floating on the water. So, the funny thing was that while I was feeling like an Amazon girl, taking my shower and feeling the morning wind on my skin, I usually had the two pigs of the family two meters away from me, eating grass and having their breakfast. At the end of that month I felt really proud of myself because I was able to handle all those situations, but I think that I have never packed my bags as fast as I did that day. Even though we did a great job in Nicaragua, I decided that after that, my collaborations with NGO were finished forever. On following years I would do something useful, but I wouldn’t go to the end of the world.

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