Seven hours of walking through the Dominican Republic to Port au Prince, to prove that Haiti is a country dying and the first indolent to this reality it is the Haitian government.
The earthquake only increased the misery existing.
The avenues of the city still full of rubble with bodies trapped, while the Haitian people wondered superman, grasshopper, Batman or Spider-Man with them to do cleaning and help them sleep lost on January 12 .
are often uncertain and nobody knows what to do, where to go, whom to ask.
sleep in tents before the terror of being shaken by natural violence who do not understand or know how to define and live under the shadow of now, because this is a miracle of survival and the future is unclear. Hormigueros
men, women and children out of the tents every morning to challenge life in the midst of dirt, destruction and lack of opportunities in unpaved streets, away from modernity, between fragile construction, negligence and a lack of leadership does not allow them to focus objectives and goals of reconstruction or organization.
Looking at them I wondered how many and how it makes us a bath in Haiti, not Jimani, that's just around the corner in the border area, it is necessary to enter, walking the city of Puerto Principe and travel across the country to VelieAnse for closer to another truth. Names and faces
paraded through my mind with the verse of the song in Rags
Silvio Rodriguez ... "From a table covered with either decide to applaud, the caravan in rags of all the poor, since a cloth imported and aged wine is fighting too ... How easy it is to protest the bomb fell a thousand miles from the closet and the refrigerator. "
The" help "focus on items that do not reach the right place while still needing to be rescued verbs build, educate, prepare, organize, reforestation, direct, clean, hugging, share and start from scratch rebuilding values, dreams, hopes and faith to ensure a space in which freedoms are, tolerance, progress and peace.
Haiti will need to work because we are too close and his death on an island can become disabled.
Haiti needs the help, but not from sending things that are not delivered to them, they need decent housing, schools rescue, and investment in modern hospitals to get them out of homelessness.
In the midst of this disaster of contamination, destruction, neglect and lack of faith, I found myself with nothing Haitians, shared a meal with me grateful for my presence. Healthy people who taught me words in Creole, smiling and fun to my stupidity to say it, but I also noticed other faces distrust, suspicion and doubt because of exclusion are hanging in the soul. After visiting
close my eyes and see their faces, their streets and impotence in the face hurts me so much to do and so many differences that we dare not cry because society weighs more than dirt.
Then I thank God for my work, my peace on this side of the island, clean and organized my life, my safety despite the show of political parties, crime and drug problems and blackouts.
I feel to meditate and pray that someone defining cooperation policies more sensible, more realistic and more constructive.
Now I lift my eyes and ask God to allow me the opportunity to do, to give to support more and pray that many will read this article and motivated with the simple and unique reality that Haiti ... It hurts.
SD. March 27, 2010.
