How do I start talking about something that has been said so much already and seen ..?!
The roads, as always, are a different thing when we walk, to smell, it crosses the looks of the people. And you realize that something is back in what could assimilate abbian from afar. What we are told is the most tragic, a tragic but hopeless, what is news and that people outside the door for the umpteenth time to see Haiti as the poorest place in the Western Hemisphere, as every article there on time recalls. But there is something else and fortunately neither the strength nor the feelings of people with money can be quantified. There are markets that swarm on each side of the road, there is a will to start over, to work, to occupy their days not content to stand still and watch life passing in front, you have these tents everywhere, each square has become the quintessential public place, because you can not see not even one square meter free, and all thickly populated. But for now, the only tends to the UN I saw them in their fields, not in those where there are Haitians, who were equipped with tents only with towels and fabrics of luck ... And the feeling is not had never seen a place so full of people. E 'in the normal hot spots where many of the works are for the day and especially outdoors, have the feeling that there is no limit to people who may be found in every nook and cranny, every glimpse of our gaze tracking. And so it is here.
Son arrived by bus from Santo Domingo, a journey that usually lasts for 5 hours now it has become much slower, at least 8 hours. The border is a gate where cars go one way, and now there are many, is to get to that exit. Besides, yesterday was also market day in the border area, the market for books, without taxes and with tons of flour, sugar, rice, carried over the heads of women. In the chaos of waiting, someone opened the doors of a bus taking the suitcases were not his, which has complicated even more on our trip, having to figure out who they were missing their luggage, looking through the crowd we could have them taken. Luckily now I've learned that these are things that happen and I had taken my place just above where I knew there was my backpack.
bus, Port au Prince seemed a bit 'that terrible multimedia video that CNN pulled out a few days after the earthquake, when you could decide which way to go with the mouse and follow different alternatives. I saw only the left side of my window, alternate concrete constructions never finished in white space, where we understand that before there was something from the piles of bricks and cement They come now placed at the ends of the streets, when there are too many . The buildings collapsed are still big there, with people trying to find some useful material for the reconstruction of copper wires, planks of wood, brick blocks intact ..
Regardless of how I imagined, not seen around in many cars of aid, occasionally there are jeep United Nations, and they pass two worlds seem so far away .. all of them covered to the teeth with weapons ready to be used , the other lightweight clothes in a normal country in which you touch the 40 degrees for 5 hours a day. Now I write there is a helicopter that passes me in even 20 meters, it is full, the noise is more widespread since I arrived, come and go.
Am I in Petion-Ville, the upper area of \u200b\u200bthe city, high in all directions, even the richest, that which has always decided the future of the country, Duvalier (Papa Doc) and his Tonton Macoutes to Aristide. But not now with Preval, he is sitting 'somewhere near the airport, like any other spectator. And people complain about this, complaining that his wrist did not have to handle the situation even slightly, all expected something from him, because after so many years of dictatorship madman, finally a head of government that put a little 'd 'Agreement all without the use of force. Although of course, never completely clean and clear. And there are so many questions, first, is most present, but all the money it says the governments and people throughout the West left and won, where are they? Comes never to the entire population? Because right now there are areas "well served", in which fortunately there is water that food "enough", and others where it is allowed only to see the bottom of the frequent passing helicopters. And nothing more.
Today is a month after the earthquake, is a day of national holiday, not working and people gather for the harvest of all religions, from Catholic to Protestant to voodoo, others gather to sing and be together From the terrace where the wind takes me I'm songs and radio on.
sleep at the home of Jean Yves, a man that has happened since the earthquake, is home to at an affordable price and TV journalists from around the world, once they are Brazilian, the other Chinese, after the Poles. It 's a good solution, a hundred meters from the Villa Creole, one of the hubs of information and to those who come to the place where I'm going to connect to the internet and send this post. Maybe every other day should close to allow for the renovation, there are also several areas of the hotel collapsed and outside kitchen with grill. A friend of Jean-Yves, in a sarcastic tone / true here tells me that he does not turn reinforced, but just landed at Miami it is now carrying a weapon.
That is to say the danger is a relative thing.
And this is, for now, I can tell.
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