Yesterday we made a little trip up to Chimaltenango where we saw a celebration of Dia mundial de la lucha contra el SIDA put together by a local AIDS non-profit and a clown theater troupe. There was a very moving theater/interpretive dance performance about the stigmitization people suffer when they have AIDS, then afterwards a question and answer period with the kids that were in the audience. Later
that day we visited the WINGS office and had a lovely chat with their communications officer about possible ways we could work together. We found out more information about WINGS Nests, which are volunteer support groups for the organization and I found out about an Antigua walk-a-thon that is coming up.

Here´s the poem.

Moon Friends
So many children

looking at the moon

all around the earth
and we all like each other
it´s peaceful to look at the moon

it´s peaceful to be friends

maybe older people

should look at the moon

then the whole world

would be peaceful.

Work has been interesting and exhausting.  The 45 to 1 hour each way commute via bus urbana (a.k.a. ¨chicken bus¨) is wearing me out.  However, I´m learning to sit back and enjoy the scenery (and smells).  ´

I´ve spent the last few days sorting old and moldy books away from new books in a storeroom off the main building of one of the libraries I´m working in.  The books have been sitting there for years, untouched and unused.  There are around 70 boxes of books, including textbooks that are not being used.  I´ve made it my mission to get the storeroom organized by the end of next week.

The next big task is cataloging them all.  We´ve installed WINISIS, a free UNESCO cataloging program, on the librarians´computer so I can begin cataloging the books (none of which are cataloged) and students and teachers can start looking for information for themselves.  As is, if they have a question, they ask the librarian, and she searches her memory, and then goes and finds the appropriate book.  Many times, there is nothing for the student, or at least the librarian can´t remember.  And of course, all the books are behind the desk, because as one librarian told me today, students can´t be trusted – they will steal the books.  There´s nothing I can say to that right now, as they did just have a lot of books stolen by students.  But it´s frustrating.  But oh, how I wish that was where the frustration ended. 

Last night, a companion of mine (sixteen years old) was grabbed by a guy on the street.  When I say grabbed, I mean he blocked her mother’s and my path, and then swung around, and with his open palm, slapped and then grabbed her ass.  He had distracted me and her mother by first blocking her path, then showing us both his tattoos on his forearms.  The tattoos were of clown faces, and the man seemed high on something.  While no one was hurt, the violation shook all three of us.  I had trouble sleeping last night because of anxiety.  It was the same fear I felt last year when a guy followed me into my driveway here in Antigua, and grabbed my crotch.  In the light of day, those fears seem less potent, but I am now thinking more about why it happened.  Not what we could have done to make ourselves less vulnerable, but about the culture that would condone and teach such behavior.  These mild (but still violatory) incidents belie a deeper misogyny that leads to more brutal and virulent violence.  Next week, I’m going to go the WINGS office.  I need to talk to people are working on women’s issues, and to understand my own fear (knowledge is power, if not a defense).

I finally found a place to stay, at least until Navidad.  I’ll be with an American professor on sabbatical and her 16 year old daughter staying in a very nice house (very lucky for me!).

My first foray into the food market on Saturday was quite the adventure.  Food is so much cheaper there, then in the supermarket, that I’m going to try to buy most of my food there.

I had my first meeting with my boss today and I think it’s going to be some interesting work.  Lots of obstacles to face – mainly getting people (including librarians!) to be excited and motivated about reading and libraries.  I will be doing lots of facilitating, which means I will be doing a lot of work, while trying to get other librarians to learn and continue the work after I’m gone. 

I’m apartment hunting right now as the place where I live is an airless, windowless room and I share a very tiny bathroom with a couple and their three children.  I have a couple of promising leads, however. 

Walking around Antigua this morning and enjoying the 17th century architecture and natural beauty, I felt that I was in the right place, even if my feet were already hurting from walking on the cobblestones.  They were filming in the central park of this infinitely photographable city what looked like a cell phone commercial.  I had just activated my cell phone from the cell phone company “Movistar”.  A bit of synchronicity in the morning. 

My Spanish started off strong this morning when I was able to hold an entire conversation with my host mother about Hurricane Stan and strange story about her drunken neighbor not hearing the wall of his apartment fall off the building (I swear I understood the story correctly!).  I also learned how her husband works seven days a week, doing construction in Guatemala City.  It’s a two hour bus ride each way.  I feel less annoyed now from hearing his snoring through the incredibly thin walls of the house.

My Spanish stumbled a bit as my lack of sleep took hold and I was unable to ask how to turn the phone on (the fact I had to ask tells you how tired I was).  It completely fell apart right before lunch while talking to a potential landlord as I nervous that I would agree to something in writing that I didn’t understand. 

I’m happy to be here and feel I made the right decision to come.  But now I have to listen to my body and go back to my windowless room and get some sleep.