Hi Everyone-
So I finally figured out how to upload my pictures to Picasa so you guys can see more of them than I've put on the blog. They aren´t very organized but hopefully you´ll enjoy them! The address is www.picasaweb.google.com/kirsten.hansenday
I just got back from touring the Salar de Uyuni with my dear friends Katherine and Katherine from Oberlin and Seattle. We´re headed to Tiwanaku for the Aymara New Year celebration tomorrow night and then on to Lake Titicaca and the Isla del Sol and then Peru!!! I´m super excited to be traveling with them, but it was definitely sad to leave Cochabamba.
Chau for now!
Kirsten
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Naomi Klein in Cochabamba!
A few weeks ago, the journalist Naomi Klein (of The Nation) came to Cochabamba to talk about the Spanish version of her book, The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism. It was so incredible to hear her talk, especially in the city that first showed that a popular uprising can indeed triumph over an irresonsible transnational corporation, driving Bechtel out of Cochabamba after they privatized the public water utility and hiked prices 300 percent in 2000.
Klein´s book documents the history of the idea first espoused by Milton Friedman that "only a crisis, actual or perceived, produces real change" when it comes to economic policy. She details examples of how the IMF and their elite allies in governments around the world have used the state of shock after natural and man-made disasters to implement unpopular economic austerity measures and privatizations when people are least likely to resist them. From the 1973 coup of Allende in Chile, to Russia in 1993, China in 1989, the Falklands War that gave Margaret Thatcher the popularity to make serious changes in Great Britain, to the ugly aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, to the most privatized war in history in Iraq, this pattern repeats itself.
Klein gave a disturbing description of the way companies took advantage of the aftermath of Hurricaine Katrina to benefit themselves. Blackwater provided policing, other companies found a market in building shelters or selling water. And the reconstruction process has totally changed the face of much of New Orleans, replacing public housing with condos and casinos. Five thousand black families had lived in housing projects on some of the most valuable land in the city before the hurricaine. Klein quoted a New Orleans politician as saying "We couldn't clean out the housing projects, but God did."
Her argument really confronts the assumption that neoliberal economic policy goes hand in hand with democracy. Bolivia was a turning point for this ideology in 1985 because it was the first time that a democratically elected government implemented the neoliberal program. Before it had only worked in dictatorships like Pinochet´s, a marketing problem for Milton Friedman and his "Capitalism and Freedom" thesis.
In Bolivia the "shock" was the terrible inflation crisis caused by the collapse of tin prices and an inept leftist government in the early 1980's. But what get´s left out of the official history is that Bolivian President Victor Paz Estenssoro never mentioned his neoliberal plans to reorganize the economy during his election campaign and designed the whole policy in secret with an emergency economic team. They showed their new policy to the IMF even before his own cabinet or the Bolivian congress had seen it. Apparently the IMF official told them the package was everything they could ever dream of, but that if it didn´t work, he had diplomatic immunity and could hop a plane to Miami.
After the policy was implemented and thousands of miners lost their jobs, Bolivians held huge strikes and protests. The government declared a state of seige and arrested 1,500 protesters and kidnapped 200 of the top labor leaders to the Bolivian jungle. It was hardly a democratic process.
Klein´s message is that being aware of this pattern can help us confront it, instead of deferring to strong leaders in the aftermath of a crisis we can organize, the way that workers did in Argentina after the 2001 economic crisis, when they took over their shuttered factories and started cooperatives to continue producing without the management.
I think we have a lot to learn in the U.S. from a country like Bolivia. As Klein put it, the societies with the most powerful historical memory have stronger resistance to neoliberalism. We´ve become so comfortably indifferent in the U.S. that there´s little protest when public housing's mowed over or private companies win outrageous contracts to repair the destruction we´ve caused in Iraq. But after 500 years of resistance to colonialism, Bolivians are no longer willing to sit quietly in the face of such exploitation.
Here are a few market scenes from my second visit to Potosí, I love the markets here!
These are special honey covered pastries for Corpus Cristi.
Why would you ever go inside to buy anything? :)
Cool mural in Potosí "For brotherhood between the peoples of Latin America."
Klein´s book documents the history of the idea first espoused by Milton Friedman that "only a crisis, actual or perceived, produces real change" when it comes to economic policy. She details examples of how the IMF and their elite allies in governments around the world have used the state of shock after natural and man-made disasters to implement unpopular economic austerity measures and privatizations when people are least likely to resist them. From the 1973 coup of Allende in Chile, to Russia in 1993, China in 1989, the Falklands War that gave Margaret Thatcher the popularity to make serious changes in Great Britain, to the ugly aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, to the most privatized war in history in Iraq, this pattern repeats itself.
Klein gave a disturbing description of the way companies took advantage of the aftermath of Hurricaine Katrina to benefit themselves. Blackwater provided policing, other companies found a market in building shelters or selling water. And the reconstruction process has totally changed the face of much of New Orleans, replacing public housing with condos and casinos. Five thousand black families had lived in housing projects on some of the most valuable land in the city before the hurricaine. Klein quoted a New Orleans politician as saying "We couldn't clean out the housing projects, but God did."
Her argument really confronts the assumption that neoliberal economic policy goes hand in hand with democracy. Bolivia was a turning point for this ideology in 1985 because it was the first time that a democratically elected government implemented the neoliberal program. Before it had only worked in dictatorships like Pinochet´s, a marketing problem for Milton Friedman and his "Capitalism and Freedom" thesis.
In Bolivia the "shock" was the terrible inflation crisis caused by the collapse of tin prices and an inept leftist government in the early 1980's. But what get´s left out of the official history is that Bolivian President Victor Paz Estenssoro never mentioned his neoliberal plans to reorganize the economy during his election campaign and designed the whole policy in secret with an emergency economic team. They showed their new policy to the IMF even before his own cabinet or the Bolivian congress had seen it. Apparently the IMF official told them the package was everything they could ever dream of, but that if it didn´t work, he had diplomatic immunity and could hop a plane to Miami.
After the policy was implemented and thousands of miners lost their jobs, Bolivians held huge strikes and protests. The government declared a state of seige and arrested 1,500 protesters and kidnapped 200 of the top labor leaders to the Bolivian jungle. It was hardly a democratic process.
Klein´s message is that being aware of this pattern can help us confront it, instead of deferring to strong leaders in the aftermath of a crisis we can organize, the way that workers did in Argentina after the 2001 economic crisis, when they took over their shuttered factories and started cooperatives to continue producing without the management.
I think we have a lot to learn in the U.S. from a country like Bolivia. As Klein put it, the societies with the most powerful historical memory have stronger resistance to neoliberalism. We´ve become so comfortably indifferent in the U.S. that there´s little protest when public housing's mowed over or private companies win outrageous contracts to repair the destruction we´ve caused in Iraq. But after 500 years of resistance to colonialism, Bolivians are no longer willing to sit quietly in the face of such exploitation.
Here are a few market scenes from my second visit to Potosí, I love the markets here!
These are special honey covered pastries for Corpus Cristi.
Why would you ever go inside to buy anything? :)
Cool mural in Potosí "For brotherhood between the peoples of Latin America."
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
A few more thoughts about my time in Torotoro
I feel like I got to experience Andean culture a little more deeply there; it's so incredibly different from ours. Something I really like, and am trying to understand better is the concept of Ayni, or reciprocity. People give to eachother so generously even when they have very little because there´s an understanding that someday in the future, be it tomorrow or in 20 years, that person will give back to you in some way. I said something to Don Luciano, the traditional healer who helped me translate interviews in the rural village of Tambo K'asa, about how I felt bad I hadn´t brought something to give to the people I was interviewing, like a mandarine orange or a bag of coca. He said to me,"That´s okay, there's always next time," with full knowledge that it could be years before I ever came back to Tambo K'asa. But time is a different concept here.
The cool thing about Ayni is how it binds a community together. When someone gives you something without pay, you stay connected to them because you have to return the favor someday. In contrast, when we pay someone for a service or good they give to us, the social interaction ends right there, it´s paid and done with. Torotoro is a very poor place economically, but even though they don't have money, hardly anyone goes hungry because the community shares and trades with eachother. Sometimes a guy would show up at our house with a huge bag of potatoes and I would think, how did we pay for that? But it turned out we'd given them corn a few weeks ago. It's this continuous web of reciprocity that connects people in deeper ways.
I thought a lot about how individualistic we learn to be in the U.S. and how I find it hard at times to even make myself share my food with a stranger on the bus. But it's just what you do here, you never eat in front of someone without offering them some. I really believe that humans aren´t innately selfish or individualistic, it´s just that we´ve become socialized that way in the Western world.
So in case you´re interested, here is the abstract for my project in Torotoro. It sounds better in the original Spanish, though, I suck at translating:
Intercultural Public Health in Torotoro, Potosí
In much of rural Bolivia, the population has difficulty accessing the public health system. Physical, economic, and cultural barriers all prevent the indigenous quechua population from using the public health services available to them. The Evo Morales administration has proposed a new public health model called “Salud Familiar Comunitaria Intercultural” (SFCI) that attempts to remedy these cultural barriers, such as language, beliefs, customs, traditions, and the preference for traditional medicine. But it still hasn´t been defined what the model SFCI will look like once implemented. Torotoro, in the far north of the department of Potosí, is a municipality that has begun to adapt their services to the local culture and integrate tradicional medicine into the public system. Torotoro is one example of how certain aspects of SFCI might be implemented.
In hopes of better understanding this new model, the cultural barriers for the indigenous quechua population´s usage of the public health system were investigated in Torotoro. The central questions of the investigation were, “Do cultural barriers prevent the population from using the services available to them?” and “Does the population access the services more, now that they´ve been made more culturally appropriate?” Using interviews with health center personnel, traditional healers, and residents of the municipality, three aspects of culturally appropriate health services were studied: intercultural attention of the birthing process, intercultural practices of the health center personnel, and the satisfaction with and use of traditional medicine.
It was documented that the implementation of intercultural attention of the birthing process has resulted in increases in the percentage of births that are attended in the health center. The personnel have good knowledge of the quechua language and the beliefs and traditions of the population and respect the knowledge and skills of the traditional healers. The majority of the population interviewed have positive feelings towards the health center and support the idea of having traditional medicine also available there. Furthermore, the traditional healers in the municipality are very organized and commited to their project, although they lack somewhat the resources to provide the best attention possible. Cultural barriers to the usage of the center still do exist, but the progress that has been witnessed in Torotoro suggest that the model SFCI will indeed be able to increase access to the public system in other areas as well.
Interculturalidad y Accesibilidad: Un Nuevo Modelo de Salud Pública en Torotoro, Potosí
En mucha de la zona rural de Bolivia, se ha visto una falta de acceso de la población a los servicios de salud. Las la geografía prohibitiva, la falta de recursos, y las barreras culturales como el idioma, las creencias, costumbres, tradiciones, y la práctica de la medicina tradicional por la población impiden el uso de los servicios por la población originaria campesina. El gobierno de Evo Morales ha planteado un nuevo modelo que se llama Salud Familiar Comunitaria Intercultural (SFCI) que enfrenta estas barreras culturales. Pero todavía no se ha definido específicamente como va a funcionar. El municipio de Torotoro en el extremo norte de Potosí ha empezado un proceso de adecuación con interculturalidad y la integración de la medicina tradicional y es un ejemplo de como se podría implementar estos aspectos del modelo SFCI.
Con el fin de entender mejor este nuevo modelo, se investigó el problema de la vivencia cultural como un factor para el acceso a los servicios de salud de las poblaciones originarios quechuas. Las preguntas centrales eran ¿Son las barreras culturales un factor para que la población no acuda al servicio de salud? y ¿La población acude más y tiene más satisfacción con los servicios de salud ahora que hay adecuación intercultural? A través de entrevistas con el personal de salud, los médicos tradicionales, y la población de Torotoro, se estudió tres aspectos de la adecuación: la utilización del parto intercultural, las prácticas que realizan el personal de salud sobre la adecuación intercultural, y la satisfacción y el acceso a la atención de la medicina tradicional.
Se ha visto que la implementación del parto intercultural va aumentando cada año el porcentaje de partos atendidos en el Centro y que el personal de salud maneja muy bien el idioma quechua, conoce muchas creencias y tradiciones de la población, y respeta los conocimientos de los Médicos Tradicionales. También, la mayoría de la gente que entrevisté se siente bien con la atención del centro y apoya la atención de la medicina tradicional en el Centro. Además, los Médicos Tradicionales son muy organizados y comprometidos a su proyecto, aunque faltan materiales y ambientes para brindar la mejor atención a sus pacientes. Todavía existen barreras culturales al acceso al Centro pero a pesar de eso, el progreso que se ha visto en Torotoro sugiere que el modelo SFCI podrá mejorar el acceso al sistema público en otros lugares también.
Some pictures from Cochabamba:
A walk in Parque Nacional Tunari, 2 blocks from where I live in Cochabamba.
The Cochabamba Valley at sunset from Parque Tunari.
So this I just thought was a funny picture; what the call a "euro-casa" with a painting of Che. Lots of Bolivians go to Spain to make money and then come back to Bolivia to construct huge, grandiose, and in my opinion ugly houses in the style they have in Europe. A lot of times they´re half finished becuase the person has returned to Spain to make the rest of the money to finish it. They always stick out strangely in comparison with the normal houses around them, and seem like a gaudy expression economic inequality. Thus plastering Che´s face across the side of a euro casa seemed to me an ironic mixture of symbols.
The cool thing about Ayni is how it binds a community together. When someone gives you something without pay, you stay connected to them because you have to return the favor someday. In contrast, when we pay someone for a service or good they give to us, the social interaction ends right there, it´s paid and done with. Torotoro is a very poor place economically, but even though they don't have money, hardly anyone goes hungry because the community shares and trades with eachother. Sometimes a guy would show up at our house with a huge bag of potatoes and I would think, how did we pay for that? But it turned out we'd given them corn a few weeks ago. It's this continuous web of reciprocity that connects people in deeper ways.
I thought a lot about how individualistic we learn to be in the U.S. and how I find it hard at times to even make myself share my food with a stranger on the bus. But it's just what you do here, you never eat in front of someone without offering them some. I really believe that humans aren´t innately selfish or individualistic, it´s just that we´ve become socialized that way in the Western world.
So in case you´re interested, here is the abstract for my project in Torotoro. It sounds better in the original Spanish, though, I suck at translating:
Intercultural Public Health in Torotoro, Potosí
In much of rural Bolivia, the population has difficulty accessing the public health system. Physical, economic, and cultural barriers all prevent the indigenous quechua population from using the public health services available to them. The Evo Morales administration has proposed a new public health model called “Salud Familiar Comunitaria Intercultural” (SFCI) that attempts to remedy these cultural barriers, such as language, beliefs, customs, traditions, and the preference for traditional medicine. But it still hasn´t been defined what the model SFCI will look like once implemented. Torotoro, in the far north of the department of Potosí, is a municipality that has begun to adapt their services to the local culture and integrate tradicional medicine into the public system. Torotoro is one example of how certain aspects of SFCI might be implemented.
In hopes of better understanding this new model, the cultural barriers for the indigenous quechua population´s usage of the public health system were investigated in Torotoro. The central questions of the investigation were, “Do cultural barriers prevent the population from using the services available to them?” and “Does the population access the services more, now that they´ve been made more culturally appropriate?” Using interviews with health center personnel, traditional healers, and residents of the municipality, three aspects of culturally appropriate health services were studied: intercultural attention of the birthing process, intercultural practices of the health center personnel, and the satisfaction with and use of traditional medicine.
It was documented that the implementation of intercultural attention of the birthing process has resulted in increases in the percentage of births that are attended in the health center. The personnel have good knowledge of the quechua language and the beliefs and traditions of the population and respect the knowledge and skills of the traditional healers. The majority of the population interviewed have positive feelings towards the health center and support the idea of having traditional medicine also available there. Furthermore, the traditional healers in the municipality are very organized and commited to their project, although they lack somewhat the resources to provide the best attention possible. Cultural barriers to the usage of the center still do exist, but the progress that has been witnessed in Torotoro suggest that the model SFCI will indeed be able to increase access to the public system in other areas as well.
Interculturalidad y Accesibilidad: Un Nuevo Modelo de Salud Pública en Torotoro, Potosí
En mucha de la zona rural de Bolivia, se ha visto una falta de acceso de la población a los servicios de salud. Las la geografía prohibitiva, la falta de recursos, y las barreras culturales como el idioma, las creencias, costumbres, tradiciones, y la práctica de la medicina tradicional por la población impiden el uso de los servicios por la población originaria campesina. El gobierno de Evo Morales ha planteado un nuevo modelo que se llama Salud Familiar Comunitaria Intercultural (SFCI) que enfrenta estas barreras culturales. Pero todavía no se ha definido específicamente como va a funcionar. El municipio de Torotoro en el extremo norte de Potosí ha empezado un proceso de adecuación con interculturalidad y la integración de la medicina tradicional y es un ejemplo de como se podría implementar estos aspectos del modelo SFCI.
Con el fin de entender mejor este nuevo modelo, se investigó el problema de la vivencia cultural como un factor para el acceso a los servicios de salud de las poblaciones originarios quechuas. Las preguntas centrales eran ¿Son las barreras culturales un factor para que la población no acuda al servicio de salud? y ¿La población acude más y tiene más satisfacción con los servicios de salud ahora que hay adecuación intercultural? A través de entrevistas con el personal de salud, los médicos tradicionales, y la población de Torotoro, se estudió tres aspectos de la adecuación: la utilización del parto intercultural, las prácticas que realizan el personal de salud sobre la adecuación intercultural, y la satisfacción y el acceso a la atención de la medicina tradicional.
Se ha visto que la implementación del parto intercultural va aumentando cada año el porcentaje de partos atendidos en el Centro y que el personal de salud maneja muy bien el idioma quechua, conoce muchas creencias y tradiciones de la población, y respeta los conocimientos de los Médicos Tradicionales. También, la mayoría de la gente que entrevisté se siente bien con la atención del centro y apoya la atención de la medicina tradicional en el Centro. Además, los Médicos Tradicionales son muy organizados y comprometidos a su proyecto, aunque faltan materiales y ambientes para brindar la mejor atención a sus pacientes. Todavía existen barreras culturales al acceso al Centro pero a pesar de eso, el progreso que se ha visto en Torotoro sugiere que el modelo SFCI podrá mejorar el acceso al sistema público en otros lugares también.
Some pictures from Cochabamba:
A walk in Parque Nacional Tunari, 2 blocks from where I live in Cochabamba.
The Cochabamba Valley at sunset from Parque Tunari.
So this I just thought was a funny picture; what the call a "euro-casa" with a painting of Che. Lots of Bolivians go to Spain to make money and then come back to Bolivia to construct huge, grandiose, and in my opinion ugly houses in the style they have in Europe. A lot of times they´re half finished becuase the person has returned to Spain to make the rest of the money to finish it. They always stick out strangely in comparison with the normal houses around them, and seem like a gaudy expression economic inequality. Thus plastering Che´s face across the side of a euro casa seemed to me an ironic mixture of symbols.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Torotoro, Potosí
¿Imaynaya kashanki?
That means "how´s it going?" in quechua! In reply you´d say ¨Walejya" if you´re doing well!
I returned to Cochabamba a week and a half ago and finally finished my project report and presented to my professors this past friday. It was an amazing process, but man am I glad to be done!
My time in Torotoro was absolutely incredible. I interviewed about 60 doctors, nurses, traditional healers, and members of the population and lived with an amazing family that I fell in love with! I have so much to tell y´all about it, but not enough time right now to do it justice. I wanted to get these pictures up though, so enjoy, and I will elaborate more very soon (since I have much more free time now that classes are over!)
Chau!
Kirsten
The Centro de Salud Torotoro and the one ambulance in the county.
The intercultural birth room in the Centro; women can give birth kneeling or crouching or sitting on the mattress while holding on to the bar. They only have to use the gynecological position if there´s a complication and the doctor has to intervene.
The Asociación de Médicos Tradicionales los Amautas that attend patients in the Centro on Sundays and walk up to 12 hours each way to meet together once a month to discuss ways to improve their practices and elaborate better medicines. It was so inspirational to work with them!
Feliza, a naturalist and my host mom and good friend, in front of the Médicos Tradicionales' consulting room in the Centro de Salud.
Don Victoriano, President of the Asociación, in the consulting room in the Centro.
Don Luciano, Médico Tradicional, on the 4 hour walk to his community of Tambo K'asa, which I visited for a few days.
Feliza and I in front of her house where patients come to consult her for naturalistic healing. The dinosaur on the sign is because Torotoro is famous for the dinosaur tracks they found there.
Sonia, Olga, Lydia, and Santos, four of the seven kids I lived with in the main room of their house.
Vilma, the oldest daughter with a beautiful aguayo (cloth for carrying everything from babies to potatoes to coca to clothing, Andean backpack you might say) that her mom Feliza wove (more incredible aguayos in the background, all woven by Feliza).
Feliza and Olga laughing about something, as they were most of the time!
Parade that began the Congress of Sindicatos Campesinos from all over the North of Potosí that was happening the first day I arrived in Torotoro- notice the Wiphala, or multicolored flag of indigenous unity that you see everywhere in Bolivia.
That means "how´s it going?" in quechua! In reply you´d say ¨Walejya" if you´re doing well!
I returned to Cochabamba a week and a half ago and finally finished my project report and presented to my professors this past friday. It was an amazing process, but man am I glad to be done!
My time in Torotoro was absolutely incredible. I interviewed about 60 doctors, nurses, traditional healers, and members of the population and lived with an amazing family that I fell in love with! I have so much to tell y´all about it, but not enough time right now to do it justice. I wanted to get these pictures up though, so enjoy, and I will elaborate more very soon (since I have much more free time now that classes are over!)
Chau!
Kirsten
The Centro de Salud Torotoro and the one ambulance in the county.The intercultural birth room in the Centro; women can give birth kneeling or crouching or sitting on the mattress while holding on to the bar. They only have to use the gynecological position if there´s a complication and the doctor has to intervene.The Asociación de Médicos Tradicionales los Amautas that attend patients in the Centro on Sundays and walk up to 12 hours each way to meet together once a month to discuss ways to improve their practices and elaborate better medicines. It was so inspirational to work with them!
Feliza, a naturalist and my host mom and good friend, in front of the Médicos Tradicionales' consulting room in the Centro de Salud.Don Victoriano, President of the Asociación, in the consulting room in the Centro.Don Luciano, Médico Tradicional, on the 4 hour walk to his community of Tambo K'asa, which I visited for a few days.Feliza and I in front of her house where patients come to consult her for naturalistic healing. The dinosaur on the sign is because Torotoro is famous for the dinosaur tracks they found there.
Sonia, Olga, Lydia, and Santos, four of the seven kids I lived with in the main room of their house.
Vilma, the oldest daughter with a beautiful aguayo (cloth for carrying everything from babies to potatoes to coca to clothing, Andean backpack you might say) that her mom Feliza wove (more incredible aguayos in the background, all woven by Feliza).
Feliza and Olga laughing about something, as they were most of the time!Parade that began the Congress of Sindicatos Campesinos from all over the North of Potosí that was happening the first day I arrived in Torotoro- notice the Wiphala, or multicolored flag of indigenous unity that you see everywhere in Bolivia.
Friday, April 11, 2008
¡Hasta Pronto!
Hi Everyone,
So I just finished my formal classes and am getting ready to go to a small rural town called Torotoro on Saturday for 3 weeks. I´m going to be interviewing people there about their experiences and perceptions of the public health system and the traditional medicine practictioners. It´s one of the first ones to implement a new more culturally sensitive model- the doctors actually speak quechua, women can give birth with their clothes on and kneeling on the floor (and they let them practice a lot of other traditional customs), and they´re trying to get doctors and traditional healers to coordinate their work. I´m nervous but really excited to get started. I´ve been working my butt off all week getting ready with the help of my super cool advisor- a public health MD that´s been working on this new model for the last 10 years.
I don´t think there´s internet in Torotoro, so I probably won´t write for a while, but I´ll be thinking of you and excited to tell you all about it when I get back!
Chau!
Kirsten
So I just finished my formal classes and am getting ready to go to a small rural town called Torotoro on Saturday for 3 weeks. I´m going to be interviewing people there about their experiences and perceptions of the public health system and the traditional medicine practictioners. It´s one of the first ones to implement a new more culturally sensitive model- the doctors actually speak quechua, women can give birth with their clothes on and kneeling on the floor (and they let them practice a lot of other traditional customs), and they´re trying to get doctors and traditional healers to coordinate their work. I´m nervous but really excited to get started. I´ve been working my butt off all week getting ready with the help of my super cool advisor- a public health MD that´s been working on this new model for the last 10 years.
I don´t think there´s internet in Torotoro, so I probably won´t write for a while, but I´ll be thinking of you and excited to tell you all about it when I get back!
Chau!
Kirsten
Saturday, April 5, 2008
A Week in the Campo
I recently spent a week living with a family in the rural community of Tolapampa about 2 hours away from Cochabamba. It was a really amazing and totally different experience and I loved my host family. Here are some pictures from the week:
Me and my host mom Casilda and her baby Magali (to my right), and aunt Felizia and baby Marilise (to my left) near their house.
With Ariel (6) and Marilise (2). Sooo cute!! We spent hours playing with the hacky sack I brought them and hearding sheep and eating apples out of trees.
Marilise was the funniest kid-she always talked to me in Quechua even though she understood Spanish when I spoke to her. She also always wanted to drink out of my water bottle because its neon yellow color made her think it was soda or something.
Marilise herding sheep- so beautiful!
Ariel playing by the river. To get to their house, I crossed the river with my host mom and dad on either arm to keep me from fallin over. It was really fun!
Adela and Marilise 
Casilda and Diogenes´ house
Ariel before he left for the week to stay with relatives in a nearby town to go to school. At the school in Tolopampa they only teach in Quechua, so that´s why they send him to Punata.
Casilda and Ariel by the river.
Casilda and Diogenes plowing the soil to plant potatoes. It was really cool to see the way they shared the agricultural work.
A break from hoeing potatoes!
With Casilda, Magali, and Diogenes before we said goodbye.
I´ll try to write more soon!
Me and my host mom Casilda and her baby Magali (to my right), and aunt Felizia and baby Marilise (to my left) near their house.With Ariel (6) and Marilise (2). Sooo cute!! We spent hours playing with the hacky sack I brought them and hearding sheep and eating apples out of trees.
Marilise was the funniest kid-she always talked to me in Quechua even though she understood Spanish when I spoke to her. She also always wanted to drink out of my water bottle because its neon yellow color made her think it was soda or something.
Marilise herding sheep- so beautiful!
Ariel playing by the river. To get to their house, I crossed the river with my host mom and dad on either arm to keep me from fallin over. It was really fun!
Adela and Marilise 
Casilda and Diogenes´ house
Ariel before he left for the week to stay with relatives in a nearby town to go to school. At the school in Tolopampa they only teach in Quechua, so that´s why they send him to Punata.
Casilda and Ariel by the river.
Casilda and Diogenes plowing the soil to plant potatoes. It was really cool to see the way they shared the agricultural work.
A break from hoeing potatoes!With Casilda, Magali, and Diogenes before we said goodbye.I´ll try to write more soon!
Love,
Kirsten
Friday, March 14, 2008
"La Hoja de Coca No Es Cocaina"
This somewhat cheesy slogan that adorns t-shirts sold to tourists sounds ridiculously obvious to me after almost a month and a half here in Bolivia. The coca leaf is not cocaine. Duh. It's easy to forget that most of the world isn't so clear on the fact. Just last week, the United Nations demonstrated their continuing ignorance by making the incredible request that Bolivia outlaw the practice of chewing the leaf. Never mind the cultural, religious, social, and health properties of the leaf and the fact that according to archeological evidence Andeans have been chewing coca for the past 4,000 years (they found chewed coca with mummies buried in Peru!). Even the U.S. embassy here knew that was a stupid idea. It's kind of like the U.N. telling the entire western world that they should ban coffee drinking. Except coffee has no nutritional value as far as I know of and makes me feel wacked out whenever I drink it.
Now coca on the other hand- I never would have survived the altitude of Potosí, La Paz, or Copacabana without it. Despite the green teeth and slightly strange taste, chewing it is a lovely sensation- your mouth goes slightly numb and you get a mellow energy boost (great for writing papers late at night!) and sunnier outlook on life (okay probably my own psychosomatic effects). On our trip to the Coca Museum in La Paz last week I learned that it also contains more protein, fiber and carbohydrates that the equivalent quantity of nuts and 2,000 times the Vitamin A as the same amount of green vegetables? It also has more calcium than spinach and Iron, Phosphate, Vitamin E and Vitamin B12 (all of this according to a Harvard study in 1976). Awesome, no?
Okay and forgive me for being a pre-med nerd, but according to other studies from the seventies the stuff also regulates glucose metabolism, improves oxigenation, reduces platelet clotting, and increases tolerance for hard work by increasing epinephrine and norepinephrine release in the brain. The Incas even used coca extracts for anesthesia to remove brain tumors!! It's easy to see why it's so essential to life in the Altiplano and such a revered part of Andean culture.
Sadly, our friends at Merck pharmaceuticals discovered that coca can also be used to make a potent drug. The Coca-Cola company liked the product too. And although Coke no longer contains the cocaine compound, they are still the only ones in the United States who are allowed to import the coca leaf (for the flavoring extracts that still go into the drink.) It's pretty ironic.
Bolivia has suffered a lot for the U.S. government's conviction that eradicating the leaf at the source is more effective than treating cocaine addiction in our own country. And after 20 years of militarization, ruined livelihoods, human rights abuses, campesinos killed by the DEA, and continuously trampling on the sovereignty of the Bolivian government, cocaine is just as easy to get in the U.S. But did you know that you can even use the coca leaf to treat cocaine addiction? If the leaf were legal in the U.S. maybe we wouldn't have to keep fighting the War on Drugs on Bolivian soil... But that would never do, now would it?
The Morales administration hasn't taken too radical a stance on the issue, considering Evo himself rose to political power as the dirigente of the powerful coca grower's union. Each family is now allowed to grow a "cato" (1/6th of a hectare) of coca for legal use but they've continued and even increased interdiction and eradication efforts in cooperation with the DEA. But you can make other cool stuff with coca like tea, toothpaste, shampoo, liquor, and nutritious flour. And Venezuela is helping fund efforts to industrialize production of these things. Unfortunately, the 1961 UN single convention still classifies the coca leaf as an illegal narcotic. But it seems to me like it could be a pretty ideal (and needed) area of comparative advantage for Bolivia, especially if the rest of the world discovered how healthy the stuff is.
(La Paz from the airplane- last picture before my camera died...)
So thanks for reading my little rant. The week in La Paz was really amazing- we visited ruins at Tiwanaku (even older and better architects than the Incas), the beautiful hippy-tourist town of Copacabana on the shores of Lake Titicaca, and an incredible place called La Isla del Sol. It's supposed to be the location of the Incas' creation myth and it's understandable why; unlimited springs of water trickle down the terraced hillsides to the azure waters of the lake, while the Cordillera Real of the Andes gleams on the horizon. We explored the mossy crevices of an Incan labyrinth built on the edge of a cliff overlooking the lake. Despite being overcast our entire visit, it might be the most beautiful place I've ever seen. In La Paz, we visited the World Bank (subject for another blog)l, talked with a radical women's activist group called Mujeres Creando, met the famous Aymara artist Mamani Mamani and an expert on Andean cosmovision. I also had the exciting experience of interviewing the Viceminister of Traditional Medicine and Interculturality (part of the ministry of health) as the first step in my (fast approaching) final independent project. More on that later... For now I'm going home to make oatmeal cookies with my host sister and cousin. Nice to have a little something familiar every once in a while!
Me at Tiwanaku- Ruins of a Pre-Incan Civilization near Lake Titicaca
The most famous view of Tiwanaku.
My friend Julia and I watching the most beautiful sunset above the town of Copacabana.
Linda Copacabana.
Copacabana Sunset over Lake Titicaca.
Incredible Incan labyrinth on the Isla del Sol in Lake Titicaca.
Me hiding in the ruins...
Cool Sign at a clinic in Tarata.
Now coca on the other hand- I never would have survived the altitude of Potosí, La Paz, or Copacabana without it. Despite the green teeth and slightly strange taste, chewing it is a lovely sensation- your mouth goes slightly numb and you get a mellow energy boost (great for writing papers late at night!) and sunnier outlook on life (okay probably my own psychosomatic effects). On our trip to the Coca Museum in La Paz last week I learned that it also contains more protein, fiber and carbohydrates that the equivalent quantity of nuts and 2,000 times the Vitamin A as the same amount of green vegetables? It also has more calcium than spinach and Iron, Phosphate, Vitamin E and Vitamin B12 (all of this according to a Harvard study in 1976). Awesome, no?
Okay and forgive me for being a pre-med nerd, but according to other studies from the seventies the stuff also regulates glucose metabolism, improves oxigenation, reduces platelet clotting, and increases tolerance for hard work by increasing epinephrine and norepinephrine release in the brain. The Incas even used coca extracts for anesthesia to remove brain tumors!! It's easy to see why it's so essential to life in the Altiplano and such a revered part of Andean culture.
Sadly, our friends at Merck pharmaceuticals discovered that coca can also be used to make a potent drug. The Coca-Cola company liked the product too. And although Coke no longer contains the cocaine compound, they are still the only ones in the United States who are allowed to import the coca leaf (for the flavoring extracts that still go into the drink.) It's pretty ironic.
Bolivia has suffered a lot for the U.S. government's conviction that eradicating the leaf at the source is more effective than treating cocaine addiction in our own country. And after 20 years of militarization, ruined livelihoods, human rights abuses, campesinos killed by the DEA, and continuously trampling on the sovereignty of the Bolivian government, cocaine is just as easy to get in the U.S. But did you know that you can even use the coca leaf to treat cocaine addiction? If the leaf were legal in the U.S. maybe we wouldn't have to keep fighting the War on Drugs on Bolivian soil... But that would never do, now would it?
The Morales administration hasn't taken too radical a stance on the issue, considering Evo himself rose to political power as the dirigente of the powerful coca grower's union. Each family is now allowed to grow a "cato" (1/6th of a hectare) of coca for legal use but they've continued and even increased interdiction and eradication efforts in cooperation with the DEA. But you can make other cool stuff with coca like tea, toothpaste, shampoo, liquor, and nutritious flour. And Venezuela is helping fund efforts to industrialize production of these things. Unfortunately, the 1961 UN single convention still classifies the coca leaf as an illegal narcotic. But it seems to me like it could be a pretty ideal (and needed) area of comparative advantage for Bolivia, especially if the rest of the world discovered how healthy the stuff is.
(La Paz from the airplane- last picture before my camera died...)So thanks for reading my little rant. The week in La Paz was really amazing- we visited ruins at Tiwanaku (even older and better architects than the Incas), the beautiful hippy-tourist town of Copacabana on the shores of Lake Titicaca, and an incredible place called La Isla del Sol. It's supposed to be the location of the Incas' creation myth and it's understandable why; unlimited springs of water trickle down the terraced hillsides to the azure waters of the lake, while the Cordillera Real of the Andes gleams on the horizon. We explored the mossy crevices of an Incan labyrinth built on the edge of a cliff overlooking the lake. Despite being overcast our entire visit, it might be the most beautiful place I've ever seen. In La Paz, we visited the World Bank (subject for another blog)l, talked with a radical women's activist group called Mujeres Creando, met the famous Aymara artist Mamani Mamani and an expert on Andean cosmovision. I also had the exciting experience of interviewing the Viceminister of Traditional Medicine and Interculturality (part of the ministry of health) as the first step in my (fast approaching) final independent project. More on that later... For now I'm going home to make oatmeal cookies with my host sister and cousin. Nice to have a little something familiar every once in a while!
Chau, thanks for your comments, and lot's of love!
Kirsten
Kirsten
Me at Tiwanaku- Ruins of a Pre-Incan Civilization near Lake TiticacaThe most famous view of Tiwanaku.My friend Julia and I watching the most beautiful sunset above the town of Copacabana.Linda Copacabana.Copacabana Sunset over Lake Titicaca.Incredible Incan labyrinth on the Isla del Sol in Lake Titicaca.Me hiding in the ruins...Cool Sign at a clinic in Tarata.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
The Mines of Potosi
From it's current appearance, you'd never know that the town of Potosí was once, 400 years ago, the third largest city in the world, after London and Shanghai. As I wandered through the winding streets in a 4,070-meter-altitude-induced daze, passing ornate churches and colonial houses painted pink, yellow and blue, I could hardly believe that they had once been paved with pure silver.
And looming above it all is was the famous Cerro Rico of Potosí. I wondered if it had ever actually looked like a mountain because today it seems more like a sad pile of exploited earth. It almost seems fitting that the origin of our entire capitalist system would be something so ugly.
During the colonial era, the Spanish extracted millions of tons of silver from the mines of Potosí, using the labor of millions of indigenous and African slaves. But the majority of the wealth didn't stay in Spain, but rather was used to pay their enormous debts to German, Swiss and English banks. And that money was then used to finance the development of manufacturing and business in Europe, right up to the industrial revolution. I've been reading about this whole process in Eduardo Galeano's incredible book, "The Open Veins of Latin America." It's incredible to think that not only did the wealth exploited from Bolivia actually make Europe's industrial development possible, but also ever since Bolivia (and many countries like it) has had to try to develop in a world already inundated with the products of those mature European industries. And now we tell them that the only way to economic development is to throw down all their barriers to the global market? What a sad joke. 
A powerful example of the reality that Bolivia is living today is the mines of Potosí where miners still toil to extract zinc, lead, tin, and a little silver. I had the incredible (and terrifying) opportunity to enter into those mines on Tuesday and see the conditions that 25,000 people still work under. As we descended into the tunnels, chomping on coca to fend off altitude sickness, we stopped to visit the statue of the Tío of the Mines, a Devil-like character that protects the miners in his underground world. Apparently worshipping a devil-like character was also one of the miners' ways of protesting the hypocritical Catholic church's complicity in their exploitation (evident from the bizarre quantity of gaudy churches in the relatively small town).
We watched workers hacking away with shovels and picks and pushing huge carts of earth through water-filled tunnels barely large enough to stand. The hours they work are insane, as each worker only earns money based on the amount of the mineral he extracts (unless he works for the government, but that's a different story). Chewing on coca leaves and a little Bolivian whisky (basically rubbing alcohol) every once in a while make all of this bearable apparently, at least until they retire when they've lost half their lung capacity to silicosis. The average Potosí miner's life expectancy is 45 years. 
(Buying coca, cigarrettes, alcohol, and dynamite for gifts for miners we met in the tunnels.)
And looming above it all is was the famous Cerro Rico of Potosí. I wondered if it had ever actually looked like a mountain because today it seems more like a sad pile of exploited earth. It almost seems fitting that the origin of our entire capitalist system would be something so ugly.
During the colonial era, the Spanish extracted millions of tons of silver from the mines of Potosí, using the labor of millions of indigenous and African slaves. But the majority of the wealth didn't stay in Spain, but rather was used to pay their enormous debts to German, Swiss and English banks. And that money was then used to finance the development of manufacturing and business in Europe, right up to the industrial revolution. I've been reading about this whole process in Eduardo Galeano's incredible book, "The Open Veins of Latin America." It's incredible to think that not only did the wealth exploited from Bolivia actually make Europe's industrial development possible, but also ever since Bolivia (and many countries like it) has had to try to develop in a world already inundated with the products of those mature European industries. And now we tell them that the only way to economic development is to throw down all their barriers to the global market? What a sad joke. A powerful example of the reality that Bolivia is living today is the mines of Potosí where miners still toil to extract zinc, lead, tin, and a little silver. I had the incredible (and terrifying) opportunity to enter into those mines on Tuesday and see the conditions that 25,000 people still work under. As we descended into the tunnels, chomping on coca to fend off altitude sickness, we stopped to visit the statue of the Tío of the Mines, a Devil-like character that protects the miners in his underground world. Apparently worshipping a devil-like character was also one of the miners' ways of protesting the hypocritical Catholic church's complicity in their exploitation (evident from the bizarre quantity of gaudy churches in the relatively small town).We watched workers hacking away with shovels and picks and pushing huge carts of earth through water-filled tunnels barely large enough to stand. The hours they work are insane, as each worker only earns money based on the amount of the mineral he extracts (unless he works for the government, but that's a different story). Chewing on coca leaves and a little Bolivian whisky (basically rubbing alcohol) every once in a while make all of this bearable apparently, at least until they retire when they've lost half their lung capacity to silicosis. The average Potosí miner's life expectancy is 45 years. (Buying coca, cigarrettes, alcohol, and dynamite for gifts for miners we met in the tunnels.) For some reason I really loved the town of Potosí, despite the tragic history and the harrowing reality that the miners are still living. Maybe it was the musician friends we met or the bittersweet vitality of the people who congregate and socialize in the streets and plazas at night. It's a place and a history that I will never forget.
With some of the SIT group before we entered the mines.
Las Minas de Potosí
A ver el pueblo de Potosí hoy en día, nunca supieras que hace 400 años era la tercera ciudad más grande en el mundo, después de Londres y Shangai. El martes pasado caminaba las calles angostas que serpentean entre iglesias adornadas y casas coloniales pintadas en amarillo, azul, rosado y no podía creer que una vez en el pasado eran pavimentadas con plata pura. 
Y arriba de todo se alza el amenazante Cerro Rico. Me pregunto si alguna vez parecía como una verdadera montaña porque ahora se ve más como un montón triste de tierra explotada. Casi me parece apropiado que el origen de todo el sistema capitalista sea algo tan feo.
Durante la época de la colonia, los españoles sacaron millones de toneladas de plata del Cerro Rico gastando las vidas de millones de indígenas y esclavos africanos. Pero no guardaban la mayoría de esa riqueza en España. Fabricaron monedas en Potosí que circularon en todos partes del mundo y usaron esa plata para pagar sus deudas enormes a los bancos en Alemania, Suiza, y Inglaterra. Y ese dinero era invertida en el desarrollo de manufacturas y empresas de Europa. Como dice Eduardo Galeano en su libre increíble, "Las Venas Abiertas de América Latina", esas minerales "estimularon el desarrollo económico europeo y hasta puede decirse que lo hicieron posible." Y mientras Europa se desarrolló, América sufrió todo la humillación, el racismo, la explotación, y el atraso económico del colonialismo.
Escribió Ernest Mandel que "La doble tragedia de los países en desarrollo consiste en que no sólo fueron víctimas de ese proceso de concentración internacional, sino que posteriormente han debido tratar de compensar su atraso industrial, es decir, realizar la acumulación originaria de capital industrial, en un mundo que está inundado con los artículos manufacturados por una industria ya madura, la occidental." ¿Y ahora decimos que para desorillarse Latinoamérica debe abrir todas sus puertas a competir en el mercado mundial? Qué engaño. Nunca en mi vida he leído una explicación mejor de la situación actual de desigualdad entre el Sur y el Norte del mundo.
No hay ejemplo más fuerte de esta realidad que las minas de Potosí que todavía siguen sido explotadas para su estaño, zinc, plomo, y un poco de plata. Entramos en las minas para ver este duro proceso. Los mineros trabajan noche y día para ganar bastante para sobrevivir y la mayoría mueren de silicosis después de solo 10 o 15 años en las minas. Sacan los minerales con dinamite, palas, martillos, taladros, y sus propias manos. La hoja de coca que mastican es esencial para sobrevivir las horas de trabajo en los túneles oscuros que a veces son bastantes grandes solo para gatear. Las hojas nos ayudaban también a aguantar la marea de la altura. Y también vimos las estatuas del Tío de las Minas, que parece al Diablo cristiano, pero que protege a los mineros en su reino bajo la tierra.
Esta historia de Potosí es algo que yo nunca aprendí en escuela, y si no me equivoco, muchas otras estadounidenses tampoco. Pero es algo que debemos comprender si queremos afrentar la injusticia del orden mundial. Y es una historia que nunca podré olvidar después de mi tiempo en Potosí y en las minas del Cerro Rico.
Y arriba de todo se alza el amenazante Cerro Rico. Me pregunto si alguna vez parecía como una verdadera montaña porque ahora se ve más como un montón triste de tierra explotada. Casi me parece apropiado que el origen de todo el sistema capitalista sea algo tan feo.Durante la época de la colonia, los españoles sacaron millones de toneladas de plata del Cerro Rico gastando las vidas de millones de indígenas y esclavos africanos. Pero no guardaban la mayoría de esa riqueza en España. Fabricaron monedas en Potosí que circularon en todos partes del mundo y usaron esa plata para pagar sus deudas enormes a los bancos en Alemania, Suiza, y Inglaterra. Y ese dinero era invertida en el desarrollo de manufacturas y empresas de Europa. Como dice Eduardo Galeano en su libre increíble, "Las Venas Abiertas de América Latina", esas minerales "estimularon el desarrollo económico europeo y hasta puede decirse que lo hicieron posible." Y mientras Europa se desarrolló, América sufrió todo la humillación, el racismo, la explotación, y el atraso económico del colonialismo.Escribió Ernest Mandel que "La doble tragedia de los países en desarrollo consiste en que no sólo fueron víctimas de ese proceso de concentración internacional, sino que posteriormente han debido tratar de compensar su atraso industrial, es decir, realizar la acumulación originaria de capital industrial, en un mundo que está inundado con los artículos manufacturados por una industria ya madura, la occidental." ¿Y ahora decimos que para desorillarse Latinoamérica debe abrir todas sus puertas a competir en el mercado mundial? Qué engaño. Nunca en mi vida he leído una explicación mejor de la situación actual de desigualdad entre el Sur y el Norte del mundo.
No hay ejemplo más fuerte de esta realidad que las minas de Potosí que todavía siguen sido explotadas para su estaño, zinc, plomo, y un poco de plata. Entramos en las minas para ver este duro proceso. Los mineros trabajan noche y día para ganar bastante para sobrevivir y la mayoría mueren de silicosis después de solo 10 o 15 años en las minas. Sacan los minerales con dinamite, palas, martillos, taladros, y sus propias manos. La hoja de coca que mastican es esencial para sobrevivir las horas de trabajo en los túneles oscuros que a veces son bastantes grandes solo para gatear. Las hojas nos ayudaban también a aguantar la marea de la altura. Y también vimos las estatuas del Tío de las Minas, que parece al Diablo cristiano, pero que protege a los mineros en su reino bajo la tierra.
Esta historia de Potosí es algo que yo nunca aprendí en escuela, y si no me equivoco, muchas otras estadounidenses tampoco. Pero es algo que debemos comprender si queremos afrentar la injusticia del orden mundial. Y es una historia que nunca podré olvidar después de mi tiempo en Potosí y en las minas del Cerro Rico.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Carnaval
Querida familia y amig@s,
Well I’ve decided to inaugurate my third week here in Bolivia by finally opening communication with the outside world. I’m really sorry that it took me so long and I hope to write more every week or so, so thanks for checking in!
I arrived two Sundays ago to the idyllic Cochabamba valley, it's about seventy degrees nearly every day and night, and I swear the sky is actually a different color of blue at this altitude. Green mountains and fertile agricultural land surround the city which is watched over by the hemisphere's tallest statue of Cristo de la Concordia (yes it's 3 cm higher than Rio de Janeiro's). I’m living with a retired teacher named Sonia and her kids Antonio (22), Jorge (27), and Valeria (26). They’ve been so fun to get to know and have totally adopted me as their little sister, showing me around the city and explaining all the details of the political situation, cultural traditions, and family dynamics to me. I’m taking seminar style classes on Bolivian Culture and Development (history, politics, economics, etc.), and Field Research methods with 23 other students from the U.S. (but the professors are Bolivian and awesome!!)
I got here just in time for Carnaval, otherwise known as Bolivia's-week-long-nation-wide-water-balloon-fight. You're never completely safe from getting a bucket dumped on your head or a water balloon launched at you from a passing taxi cab. You might also find yourself covered in "espuma" or spray foam at a random inopportune moment. Everywhere you smell the smoky sweet scent of Ko'as, or burnt incense, money, and colored paper offerings to Pachamama. The week culminates with a 12 hour long parade with dancers celebrating every region's different cultural tradition, incredible water balloon battles, and enough chicha and Taquiña beer to last the entire year. I also got a kick out of seeing the Bolivian armed forces dancing in the parade dressed as giant frogs, vampires, and a caricaturized Constitutional Assembly (in mockery of the body of leaders who've been slogging through the process of rewriting the constitution and finally break free from their colonial past). I couldn't really imagine that ever happening in the States!
(El diablo or Supay, deity of the underground world and guardian of miners)
(Las caporales represents the female counterpart of to the mestizo overseers of the African slaves that were brought to work in the mines of Potosi, but ended up working on coffee and cacao plantations in Las Yungas)
I've been volunteering in the afternoons at a reproductive and sexual health clinic and getting really interested in traditional Andean medicine, which is just widely practiced here as Western bio-medicine. I'd also really like to connect with the medical anthropologists who are researching the methods and documenting them in ways that modern science can understand. Apparently the president, Evo Morales is trying to implement a policy of employing traditional healers to collaborate with the doctors in the government's rural health clinics, something I'm hoping to learn more about. I also might be able to work with a professor at the med school here who's researching Chagas disease, which is endemic in the rural areas around here.
I've been so impressed by the friendly and openness of people I've met here. For example, yesterday on a day trip to the rural town of Tarata we had complete strangers invite us into their homes and others sit down next to us outside to share food and conversation for hours on end. I also really enjoy how every time you arrive or leave a gathering of people you kiss each person on the cheek and greet each person personally.
(Street in the beautiful little town of Tarata.)
(The Upper Cochabamba valley near the town of Tarata)
The stark political, social, and geographic divisions in Bolivian society are evident much of the time; from the political graffiti competing for wall space, the TV reports about Evo supporters and Autonomista secessionists clashing in the streets of Santa Cruz, to the somber look in the eyes of an indigenous woman next to me on the bus, not really expecting I would ever look her in the eye or even say "Buenos dias." Nobody lacks an opinion about the president, Evo Morales and the changes he's trying to make. My host mom talks about how when she teaches adult literacy classes in the rural Chapare region, the older indigenous people are so excited about getting educated because they finally see a point to it, that they could someday work for the government or fulfill another role in society besides that of marginalized second class citizens. It was a really moving experience to visit the union of empleadas (women that come from the countryside to live with and work for wealthier families in the city) here them talk about the emotional support they give each other, even though going on strike is pretty much out of the question since there is always competition with more young women migrating from the campo. The founder of their union was actually appointed to be the minister of justice by the Morales administration. In contrast is the entrenched Criollo elite of the Western lowlands of Santa Cruz who are threatening to secede from the country taking with them the entire oil, gas, cattle, and export agricultural industries.
It’s a fascinating time and I feel so lucky to be here and learning about it all first hand!
Okay, well I’m running out of time, but I’ll write again soon!
Chau!
Kirsten
¡Saludos a tod@s!
Lo siento mucho que tarde tanto en escribir a tod@s ustedes. Espero que estén muy bien en sus trabajos y estudios. Estoy aprendiendo muchísimo acá en Cochabamba. Vivo con una familia con una mamá y tres hij@s de 22, 26, 27 años que son muy amables. Mis clases son muy interesantes; sobre la historia, política, economía, y realidad actual en Bolivia. También estoy trabajando como voluntaria en una clínica de salud reproductiva y sexual. Estoy muy interesada en aprender más sobre la medicina tradicional andina que muchas personas usan aquí. Es un poco raro vivir en una ciudad después del mes en Santa Marta en enero. Es más difícil a conocer amig@s y a encontrar una comunidad. ¡A veces extraño mucho a Santa Marta y a Guarjila! No se come tortillas aquí y extraño eso también. : )
Es muy interesante aprender sobre la historia y la política actual de Bolivia. No hay nadie sin opinión sobre el presidente, Evo Morales. Por primera vez, la mayoría indígena del país tiene una voz en el dialogo del país. Pero entiendo por fin la trampa que es la "independencia" que ganaron en el siglo diecinueve: los mismos Criollos continuaron a administrar Bolivia como una colonia. Como en mucho de Latinoamérica, lo único que cambió era su relación con el rey de España. Así puedo entender la necesidad de re-fundar el país con una nueva constitución.
Pues, voy a escribir mas muy pronto, pero gracias por leer y si me he equivocado con mi español, me gustaría recibir sus comentarios o correcciones para mejorarlo ¡Cuídense mucho!
Saludos,
Kirsten
Well I’ve decided to inaugurate my third week here in Bolivia by finally opening communication with the outside world. I’m really sorry that it took me so long and I hope to write more every week or so, so thanks for checking in!
I arrived two Sundays ago to the idyllic Cochabamba valley, it's about seventy degrees nearly every day and night, and I swear the sky is actually a different color of blue at this altitude. Green mountains and fertile agricultural land surround the city which is watched over by the hemisphere's tallest statue of Cristo de la Concordia (yes it's 3 cm higher than Rio de Janeiro's). I’m living with a retired teacher named Sonia and her kids Antonio (22), Jorge (27), and Valeria (26). They’ve been so fun to get to know and have totally adopted me as their little sister, showing me around the city and explaining all the details of the political situation, cultural traditions, and family dynamics to me. I’m taking seminar style classes on Bolivian Culture and Development (history, politics, economics, etc.), and Field Research methods with 23 other students from the U.S. (but the professors are Bolivian and awesome!!)
I got here just in time for Carnaval, otherwise known as Bolivia's-week-long-nation-wide-water-balloon-fight. You're never completely safe from getting a bucket dumped on your head or a water balloon launched at you from a passing taxi cab. You might also find yourself covered in "espuma" or spray foam at a random inopportune moment. Everywhere you smell the smoky sweet scent of Ko'as, or burnt incense, money, and colored paper offerings to Pachamama. The week culminates with a 12 hour long parade with dancers celebrating every region's different cultural tradition, incredible water balloon battles, and enough chicha and Taquiña beer to last the entire year. I also got a kick out of seeing the Bolivian armed forces dancing in the parade dressed as giant frogs, vampires, and a caricaturized Constitutional Assembly (in mockery of the body of leaders who've been slogging through the process of rewriting the constitution and finally break free from their colonial past). I couldn't really imagine that ever happening in the States!(El diablo or Supay, deity of the underground world and guardian of miners)(Las caporales represents the female counterpart of to the mestizo overseers of the African slaves that were brought to work in the mines of Potosi, but ended up working on coffee and cacao plantations in Las Yungas)I've been volunteering in the afternoons at a reproductive and sexual health clinic and getting really interested in traditional Andean medicine, which is just widely practiced here as Western bio-medicine. I'd also really like to connect with the medical anthropologists who are researching the methods and documenting them in ways that modern science can understand. Apparently the president, Evo Morales is trying to implement a policy of employing traditional healers to collaborate with the doctors in the government's rural health clinics, something I'm hoping to learn more about. I also might be able to work with a professor at the med school here who's researching Chagas disease, which is endemic in the rural areas around here.
I've been so impressed by the friendly and openness of people I've met here. For example, yesterday on a day trip to the rural town of Tarata we had complete strangers invite us into their homes and others sit down next to us outside to share food and conversation for hours on end. I also really enjoy how every time you arrive or leave a gathering of people you kiss each person on the cheek and greet each person personally.
(Street in the beautiful little town of Tarata.)(The Upper Cochabamba valley near the town of Tarata)The stark political, social, and geographic divisions in Bolivian society are evident much of the time; from the political graffiti competing for wall space, the TV reports about Evo supporters and Autonomista secessionists clashing in the streets of Santa Cruz, to the somber look in the eyes of an indigenous woman next to me on the bus, not really expecting I would ever look her in the eye or even say "Buenos dias." Nobody lacks an opinion about the president, Evo Morales and the changes he's trying to make. My host mom talks about how when she teaches adult literacy classes in the rural Chapare region, the older indigenous people are so excited about getting educated because they finally see a point to it, that they could someday work for the government or fulfill another role in society besides that of marginalized second class citizens. It was a really moving experience to visit the union of empleadas (women that come from the countryside to live with and work for wealthier families in the city) here them talk about the emotional support they give each other, even though going on strike is pretty much out of the question since there is always competition with more young women migrating from the campo. The founder of their union was actually appointed to be the minister of justice by the Morales administration. In contrast is the entrenched Criollo elite of the Western lowlands of Santa Cruz who are threatening to secede from the country taking with them the entire oil, gas, cattle, and export agricultural industries.
It’s a fascinating time and I feel so lucky to be here and learning about it all first hand!
Okay, well I’m running out of time, but I’ll write again soon!
Chau!
Kirsten
¡Saludos a tod@s!
Lo siento mucho que tarde tanto en escribir a tod@s ustedes. Espero que estén muy bien en sus trabajos y estudios. Estoy aprendiendo muchísimo acá en Cochabamba. Vivo con una familia con una mamá y tres hij@s de 22, 26, 27 años que son muy amables. Mis clases son muy interesantes; sobre la historia, política, economía, y realidad actual en Bolivia. También estoy trabajando como voluntaria en una clínica de salud reproductiva y sexual. Estoy muy interesada en aprender más sobre la medicina tradicional andina que muchas personas usan aquí. Es un poco raro vivir en una ciudad después del mes en Santa Marta en enero. Es más difícil a conocer amig@s y a encontrar una comunidad. ¡A veces extraño mucho a Santa Marta y a Guarjila! No se come tortillas aquí y extraño eso también. : )
Es muy interesante aprender sobre la historia y la política actual de Bolivia. No hay nadie sin opinión sobre el presidente, Evo Morales. Por primera vez, la mayoría indígena del país tiene una voz en el dialogo del país. Pero entiendo por fin la trampa que es la "independencia" que ganaron en el siglo diecinueve: los mismos Criollos continuaron a administrar Bolivia como una colonia. Como en mucho de Latinoamérica, lo único que cambió era su relación con el rey de España. Así puedo entender la necesidad de re-fundar el país con una nueva constitución.
Pues, voy a escribir mas muy pronto, pero gracias por leer y si me he equivocado con mi español, me gustaría recibir sus comentarios o correcciones para mejorarlo ¡Cuídense mucho!
Saludos,
Kirsten
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