Back on track. A year in Honduras. Due to work circumstances I cannot write articles and I have to be careful about what and whom I write but this blog, directed to friends and family, will get some of my thoughts and experiences out to the ones interested.
Englishtonians, look a bit below.
Para los hispanohablantes…perdón…les voy a discriminar, este blog sera en ingles.
Om mn weekenden niet al schrijvend door te brengen schrijf ik in het Engels want mijn Engelstalige vrienden hun kennis van het Vlaams is nogal nihil maar andersom valt het best wel mee.
So here I go, I’ll try to write short pieces as my experience is that although people are interested in what happens here it should not be too detailed.
The land of the Ch’ort’i, where resistance and identity flourish
Last time I wrote I was about to cross the border. Into the Wild Wild East of Guatemala, the land of cowboy hats and boots. To one of the regions in Guatemala that holds a big piece of my heart. Chiquimula. A friend had invited me to an event in the community, Las Flores. Omar had not given me more details, only “that I needed to be there”. The event was on the 8th of March.
A long sad list of killings
Olrite. Time for sounds. But what sounds? Considering the reactions to my last and first post the expectations are rather high. I just considered it a post to friends and family, about me and about Honduras. But now it’s giving me the creeps to start writing a next post. Should I stick to Honduras and my observations? Or should I redirect somewhat towards me? After all, my idea of this blog was not having to repeat in every mail how I am, how the work is going, where I’m living, if I made any friends, etc. So this one’s on me….(at least that was my plan when I started writing)
Tegucigalpa: city of fear
I’ m now on my first real trip out of the capital. Sitting on a beautiful island, once the home of the pirate Francis Drake, la Isla del Tigre. Nice to be out of the capital because to be fair, Tegus is doing my head in. Sometimes I wonder if will ever be able to find my place in it this coming year.
Fear and gang loathing in Tegus
I knew it was going to be dangerous and ugly. I knew this was going to limit me, where to go and what to do. I thought having lived in Guatemala City for over a year would help me adapt to Tegucigalpa. But having the reference of Guate just makes Tegus harder. Tegus is more dangerous, though sometimes I wonder if people here are just more scared. My suspicion is reinforced whenever I hear Hondurans proclaim Guate is worse then Tegus. I wonder what role the coup of 2009 plays in this societal fear.
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