tomdesigns
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I decided as part as part of my experience in Argentina that I would spend a year in a slum or chantey town. When I came here the first time, the poverty so shocked to me it was breath taking. What intrigued me more is that I could not understand it.
Sure you can look them over as the poor, but coming from the first world I wanted to understand this. Partly to understand them and also to understand why we the prosperous would let such thing as poverty prospers around us.
My 4rth day here I was walking in the street and some large garbage bags were on the curb, as I stepped over one, it started moving. Scared I jumped to one side.. Oh God.. what is that? A few seconds later second later an obviously handicapped child crawled out of the garbage bag with returnable bottle one hand and eating the meat off of some chicken bones from the garbage bag in the other hand.
To be honest with you.. Everything in my world and understanding changed in that moment, as I stood there in shock. But in the same moment I realized this is something I do not understand I cannot comprehend. And this was in the center of the city. Sure I could have just written off and walked on with the day.
That night in my hotel room I was overwhelmed thinking about this event. How it is that humanity could tolerate this. How is it that so many can walk past these things day in and day out and do little or nothing about it.
So I thought the best place to start to understanding was to live among the most poor. Granted, I am not poor but the only place to understand poverty is with the poor. Take a premier first world education and put in slum for a year. Most of you could not bear this and I certainly have not handled it well.
Hot water is very limited here.. The first thing I had to get used to was cold showers no matter the temperature. In the summer, that is not a problem but in winter it is pure suffering. So much so, that I would avoid bathing when it was cold.
So you start to get covered in filth not because you want to, but because you do not want to freeze for a few minutes. For me this was very depressing, I knew I was filthy but I did not want shower because I knew I would freeze my ass off. And I even started shaving less for the same reason. So here I am dirty cold and wondering. Then you start forcing yourself to shower in the cold only because you know you have to.
I did not let my nutrition go and I have eaten well here, because of my age that is not a risk I was willing to take here. But.. I see the poor with diets that are so sad and the inflation dragging their diets down. Bread, eggs, potatoes and not much more, it is rare that they eat meat, because with the inflation they simply cannot afford it.
I have been surrounded by suffering for almost a year. They suffer lack, nutrition problems and have metal health problems. The mental health problems are the most significant challenge they face. I believe most of that comes from a combination of lack of nutrition and lack of education and opportunity.
Now let’s step over to the dark side…
At about 1 AM on several occasions I have seen the young men and other men heading to the center of city dressed like women coming from to the poorest areas here. I will end this here.
I have seen my best friend’s father trained in or bye the USA arrested for crimes against humanity relating to the Juntas in the midst of all this poverty and suffering.
I have seen my country invade other countries bringing about the deaths of hundreds thousands. But nothing has changed my thinking more than a year in slum.
It has angered me that we with our educations and understanding would let these things go on. It has made me question what we first world people are. And you have seen it my posts here. If I offended you in my posts, I am not sorry, frankly, I am ashamed of us.
Soon I will leave this place, but I will never be the same after a year in slum in Argentina.
Sure you can look them over as the poor, but coming from the first world I wanted to understand this. Partly to understand them and also to understand why we the prosperous would let such thing as poverty prospers around us.
My 4rth day here I was walking in the street and some large garbage bags were on the curb, as I stepped over one, it started moving. Scared I jumped to one side.. Oh God.. what is that? A few seconds later second later an obviously handicapped child crawled out of the garbage bag with returnable bottle one hand and eating the meat off of some chicken bones from the garbage bag in the other hand.
To be honest with you.. Everything in my world and understanding changed in that moment, as I stood there in shock. But in the same moment I realized this is something I do not understand I cannot comprehend. And this was in the center of the city. Sure I could have just written off and walked on with the day.
That night in my hotel room I was overwhelmed thinking about this event. How it is that humanity could tolerate this. How is it that so many can walk past these things day in and day out and do little or nothing about it.
So I thought the best place to start to understanding was to live among the most poor. Granted, I am not poor but the only place to understand poverty is with the poor. Take a premier first world education and put in slum for a year. Most of you could not bear this and I certainly have not handled it well.
Hot water is very limited here.. The first thing I had to get used to was cold showers no matter the temperature. In the summer, that is not a problem but in winter it is pure suffering. So much so, that I would avoid bathing when it was cold.
So you start to get covered in filth not because you want to, but because you do not want to freeze for a few minutes. For me this was very depressing, I knew I was filthy but I did not want shower because I knew I would freeze my ass off. And I even started shaving less for the same reason. So here I am dirty cold and wondering. Then you start forcing yourself to shower in the cold only because you know you have to.
I did not let my nutrition go and I have eaten well here, because of my age that is not a risk I was willing to take here. But.. I see the poor with diets that are so sad and the inflation dragging their diets down. Bread, eggs, potatoes and not much more, it is rare that they eat meat, because with the inflation they simply cannot afford it.
I have been surrounded by suffering for almost a year. They suffer lack, nutrition problems and have metal health problems. The mental health problems are the most significant challenge they face. I believe most of that comes from a combination of lack of nutrition and lack of education and opportunity.
Now let’s step over to the dark side…
At about 1 AM on several occasions I have seen the young men and other men heading to the center of city dressed like women coming from to the poorest areas here. I will end this here.
I have seen my best friend’s father trained in or bye the USA arrested for crimes against humanity relating to the Juntas in the midst of all this poverty and suffering.
I have seen my country invade other countries bringing about the deaths of hundreds thousands. But nothing has changed my thinking more than a year in slum.
It has angered me that we with our educations and understanding would let these things go on. It has made me question what we first world people are. And you have seen it my posts here. If I offended you in my posts, I am not sorry, frankly, I am ashamed of us.
Soon I will leave this place, but I will never be the same after a year in slum in Argentina.