Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Egipto

Three years ago and three blocks up the hill from Bogota's opera house and Ministry of International Affairs (seven blocks from the presidential palace) you would probably not notice the boy sitting atop a pile of rubble spread across Tenth Street, next to the Egipto Church.  But he was noticing you.

If you were a policeman, the boy would drop his soccer ball to the left, signalling to the men behind the barricade that they should run and scatter.  If you were a tourist, the ball went to the right and you'd be swarmed by the gang members leaping the wall.  Don't resist, or it won't end well for you.
Watching from the wall, the boy already had years of training handling the knife he was given at age five.  Children were given the weapons and began practice at that age to be ready to defend themselves in jail.  Their parents wanted them to be ready.  They knew that they were going to jail.

At age ten, boys were given a brick to carry...weight training for their forearms, so that they'd be able to handle a gun.
No man lived past 20 years, unless he was in jail.
Of Jaime's six brothers, five were already dead.  Jaime had eight bullet holes in his body that hadn't killed him.

Jaime, the son of the gang's boss, was in jail when he met an inmate from Medellin's Comuna 13.  The inmate described the ten-year process that had changed Comuna 13 from the most dangerous place on earth to merely miserable. (Read the blog on Comuna 13 or Wikipedia.)
Jaime, was released in 2016, went back to his gang-mates and led them to a new path.

Today, Jaime's Breaking Borders gang members lead tours through the neighborhood which three years ago meant probable death for outsiders.
We joined our Breaking Borders guides and two young Europeans a few blocks outside the neighborhood and were escorted in.  Don't walk up the street on your own...You might choose the wrong street. Ugh.

Strata One housing: Dirt floors, no plumbing.
I had been studying the social strata, housing and education systems of Colombia and was dying to get inside a strata one or zero neighborhood...something a gringo just can't do on his own.  Breaking Borders was my chance.
Lauren had Lonely Planet's recommendation in hand, so we were confident that we could bypass the many warnings of our Colombian friends and go.  (I love that woman. 😉 )
In all, our five gang-member guides showed us the houses, families and lives of Barrio Egipto.
We met their children.


And toured the new skills training programs.  Here neighborhood women and girls are weaving shoes for a craft fair.  They have retail distributors.

Learned  their stories, captured through iconography on the steps.



Learned (through photos) how to build a home-made weapon. (A changon looks like a sawed-off shotgun, but fires multiple heavy-weight slugs.

After returning to the barrio, Jaime recruited outside artists and not-for-profits to help restore Egipto. Lauren said the experience was the most moving of our year in Colombia...and we've seen a lot.

 The artists wall murals were terrific.  No graffiti here.









Lauren's new friend, known as "Hospital" for her kindness in dressing the wounds of the gang members is about 90 years old. (Right)

We were conscious of balancing our admiration for the changes the neighborhood has made for themselves, the compassion and  empathy we felt, our genuine curiosity in the lives of our guides and recognition that they came from a very bad history.
A peak through a doorway.




One guide, Alex, left jail 13 months ago, serving 14 years for attempted murder.  On his first day back, and seeing isolated tourists on the street, said "Let's go! Easy pickings!" (my paraphrases)

His mates, said "Whoa!  Hang on, bro'.  We've got to get you up to speed.  Things have changed. We're tour guides now, and making more money this way."

It too a while for it to sink in, but today Alex is one of the best of the guides.  He speaks the truth. And he's now there for his children.



Tenth Street, above the church.

Each mural has a detailed story relevant to the neighborhood.


Strata

Sorry...Still working on this blog.

Monday, April 22, 2019

jesus-abad-colorado Conflict photos

The witness. Memories of the Colombian armed conflict in the lens and voice of Jesús Abad ColoradoCloister of San Agustín. National university of Colombia.
October 20 from 2018 to April 28, 2019

Dear Reader,
Please take a moment to visit one of the many excellent websites that report on this exhibition of photographs taken during the Colombian conflict.
Here are some of the photographs that I found either most moving, or caused in me the most reflection.
I regret that I present them in the manner that was true to my experience...mostly out of context.
Children's drawings from villages.
Depicting the peace they dream of...
 The deaths of villagers...
Bodies floating down the river...
 Real people...
 a father survives with one child
 Too young to know...
 a child recruit

 bodies from a slaughter
Too horrible to remember...





child soldier



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Too terrible to forget.
 Mother of a 'disappeared'

6.5 million people dead or displaced.

Holding these ideas in my head, with the beauty of the people I meet daily, is difficult and sometimes I do not have good days.

Cloud Forest Tree Houses, Chicaque

We are endlessly surprised by Colombia.  A short drive from Bogota, we found Chicaque, a cloud forest of shear cliffs,
tree houses ...
and deeps woods that you'd only see in a Star Wars movie with furry creatures.

















So, up we go...
...Working our way up 80' to the tree house, inch by inch.
 Luke approaches the platform...

and arrives with proud stories to tell.
Mom follows...
 Rightly proud. :-)
Inside our house, luxury!

 And a perfect place to read...
Or eat...
 Or, just chill out...

Zip lines, and horses that race up the stone paths only serve to accent the tranquility.





Monday, February 25, 2019

Why did we do this?

Why are we doing this?

#1 reason for teachers:
Our son's language education.
Only by living fully in a Spanish language culture will our son Luke gain native language proficiency and confidence in already functional Spanish.  Bogota Colombia is the single best place in the world to develop and practice a version of Spanish free from local dialects and accents.  (That's what I'm told.) (Oh, I'm in crash language learning mode too. And in this context "crash" is the important word. :-)

#1 reason for parents:
We are selfish.
Our son is now twelve years old.  We've always dreamed of creating a once in a lifetime family adventure and having him all to ourselves before the press of high school starts.  By the time a US child reaches high school age and its social and educational constraints, our chance for either selfish goal we felt would be too small.  Time's up.  (I can get so bummed thinking about this aging thing.  Ugh.) So, now or never. :-)

#1 reason for adventure:
Many family adventures are very close.
Colombia is both very close to our Miami home (Colombia's closer to our Miami home than New York.) and a great starting point for other travels to points south.  The Andes mountains, Amazon rain forest, Galapagos Islands, and Caribbean coastal mountains are all less than two hours away.)  Colombia is one of the world's most culturally and ecologically diverse countries on earth, and is bigger than France and Germany combined.  Within Colombia we have easy access to peoples of every social background, and natural environments that rival any int he world. :-)

#1 reason for personal sabbatical:
Unstructured personal growth.
Friends, this has not been easy.  Intentionally and consciously not thinking, while giving my mind a chance to wander, settle and absorb has been extremely difficult for me.  Month two was especially difficult.  (Re)reading Siddhartha, Darwin and analyses of Colombia's situation, and making my way through Bogota's huge spectrum of society became nearly overwhelming (without the constant distraction of "real work").  Where this leads I don't yet know, but that's exactly the point, isn't it?

#1 reason for easy:
Colombian friends.
From our Miami life, we have many generous Colombian friends that have made our stay here very easy.  They showed (or often, handed) us the ropes that make things happen.  They are great!  (You can do this without local help, but friends are always better.) :-)

#1 reason for timing:
We stopped the excuses.
There's always a reason to not do something.  But the things you don't do are the things you truly regret (See Ogden Nash's analysis on the video to the right.).  When a friend declared that this was the moment to act on our long-stated adventure wish, we looked down the highway and saw all the lights turn 'green'. Go.  So we stopped out-thinking ourselves and went.  (It helped that business-wise this was a near-perfect year to go.  Sure that helped, but really, ask yourself if another life is possible other than the life your job gives you?  Then act.)  :-)

#1 reason for back-up plan:
What's the worst that could happen?
We change our mind and return home early?  If that were to happen, we'd still end up with a life adventure shared with our son.  And interesting stories to share with friends.  Other disasters were just as likely to happen in Miami as in Colombia, and those would be far less interesting. So, easy decision: Go.  :-)

#1 reason for money:
The cost of living and exchange rate.
The spectrum of the Colombian economy and society means that we can enjoy a very high standard of living at very low risk.  There's always a place in the world with similar conditions, so find it and do it.

People's responses.
When we told friends and family of our plans, we got two types of reactions:
1) Fantastic! Can I come too?
2) Are you crazy? Why would you ever want to do that? Haven't you seen 'Narcos'?
There were no middle ground responses.
I hope this blog's many entries help explain our personal experience and point of view.
We seek your comments and can't wait to see you here or back in the States.

Thursday, February 21, 2019

Direct link to the photos used in this blog.

Dear Reader,
If you're a member of the video generation, want to skip all the blah-blah-blah and just see the photos without comment or context, you can direct link to the photos used in this blog.
Just Click here.
Enjoy!

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

The prettiest place on earth Emblase de Penol.

Game over, folks. The jury's decided.
The lake next to Guatape, Colombia, an hour east of Medellin, is the prettiest place on earth.
If you can't get in touch with me, it's because I moved there.
The lake is called Emblase de Penol, and it's a combination of every New England lakeside retreat, tiny hamlet or isolated fishing hole that you've ever dreamed of.
And it never snows. And it's always springtime. And it's never hot, or dry, or windy or anything other than perfect.

This view shows a small part of the lake. The rest is equally spectacular.
You'll want to be a boat person to enjoy life on the lake fully. Or a fisherman. Or sailor.
Or maybe you'll just want to spend your time visiting the impossibly cute town of Guatape, population 5,600.




In Guatape, you'll find every house and shop decorated with its own emblem declaring some part of its occupant's personal history.  We're going to start this tradition in our Coconut Grove neighborhood, though Guatape has been doing it for more than 100 years.

Luke and I pause in a town square, full of locals hanging out in the cool evening.
Christmas decorations stay up for about six weeks, which keeps spirits light.


Luke's in the spirit!...
 And hugs a burro...


Above the town towers El Penol, a 656 foot tall block of unmistakable granite.  Here's the ladders/stairs going up a fissure in the side. (photo credit to Wikipedia)
Here's the rock's shadow looking down after a 755 step climb up.  (photo credit Luke)
                      (photo from Wikipedia)
 After climbing up, Luke and school friend Simon are rightly proud.
And once back down, they deserve a ride into town in a three-wheeled tuk-tuk.  Another innovation that we need back in the Grove.
By the way, a lakeside home costs $100,000.  Let me know if you want to go halfsies with me.  I'm serious.