I was writing this entry, very long, with pictures, descriptions, took me almost 2 hours, then BAM. The whole thing just shut down, and I was unable to put it on again.
So here I am trying to start again- sadly without the pictures...
So... Chumpe Poques.
The computer room.
I go to the school three times a week, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday to help the primary with their computer work. It's supposed to be help for the teachers, but it doesn't turn out that way...
So going back back to my very first day going to the school- two weeks after I got to Willka Tika.
I woke up in the middle of the night, 12:30, but was unable to fall asleep again. 1:30, 2 in the morning. 3 more hours until I have to wake up, and start getting ready for school.
4:45 - I decided to get up and start getting ready. I went to the school a few days before that. Everyone warned me of how called it was going to be. We got there, we were so much closer to the sun it was a lot warmer. It was extremely warm. So me, not really thinking, thought that the temperature early in the morning will be the same as in the middle of the day. Did not put many layers on, and ... my flip flops.
I had to meet Jessica at 6 at the bus station in Urubamba, 2km away from Willka Tika, and to get there I either have to walk half an hour or take a "tuktuk" or a public car taking passengers all around the Sacred Valley. In the day time there is surprisingly a lot of traffic, but at 6 in the morning, very little. So I decided to leave at 5:30, giving me enough time to catch come kind of transportation. It was very dark, the sun did not come out yet, the air was very fresh, everything quiet, still sleeping.
The sky at 5:40, everything beneath- darkness. Every single moment later, a little lighter. And at 6, completely day time.
So I go out, go to the road, waited two minutes and a car came- what luck.
As I was new I knew how much the trip was, but I asked anyway. The driver said three soles- it is actually one. But I didn't argue.
I got to Urubamba in 10 minutes, and had to wait 20. It was very beautiful seeing the mountains light up, especially Chicon, a mountain right behind Urubamba, the tallest one of all, filled with snow.
In the day time: up above the Sacred Valley, Urubamba is right in the gap between the road and Chicon, down at the bottom. Willka Tika is to the left. Chicon is a name given to both the big green mountain and the white one behind it.
So Chicon was lighting up, and I started feeling my feet get colder and colder. 6 finally arrived and Jessica and her younger sister Lis came, both teaching at the school.
I found out the bus leave sat 6:10, 10 more minutes to wait. We got on the bus and started driving in the direction of Lamay. If the bus drives quickly, it's 50 minutes, if not, it's longer. We got to Lamay. Got off the bus and just stood n the middle of the road going into Lamay. I asked, why aren't we go up?
We have to wait here half an hour, for all the other teachers to come. WHAT? I was.... a bit shocked. Half an hour? They just don't explain anything, and laugh at me when I ask.
So we waited. And waited. The teachers came, three of them, each one of them looking at my feet, smiling and asking are you ... not COLD?
We got into a car, supposed to take us up. Four of us squished in the three seat in the back, and two in the front seat, and driver. A bumpy ride. On whiny dirt roads.
We got the school, two teachers stay in the school, their houses are too far away, and the other three sometimes squish with us or get up with motorbikes.
The sun decided to hide behind the clouds that day, and the teachers were taking out their jackets and blankets which they keep for cold day. They took me to the directory took these tiny shoes out, to see if they fit. No. My feet were never that cold before. I could not feel them anymore. It was really very cold. They gave me these two tiny baby socks, and I was surprised how much they helped. Then later a jacket. I was very great full. I have no idea how the children go to school all year round in sandals and thin Chinese clothes. Somehow they manage.
School started at 8:15. It was 8:30. The kids were in the classes, the teachers doing their thing.
So I asked Jessica, she was really the only knew, what can I do? She said, the fourth graders, and gave me the key to the computer room. I opened it, put the computers on and the children slowly started getting in. UUU they STANK- like mud, chickens, guinea pigs, unwashed hands and of have never-taken-a-shower. Their teacher came in. And just stood there. I asked here, emmm what are they supposed to do?? She said, ho. I don't know. I was, a surprised. OK. What lesson do they have now? Math, she said. I asked, why don't they do something in Math then. What is there? she asked.
A bit later we opened on each computer the calculator and did multiplication problems. It was quite funny how into the whole thing they were.
I asked when the break was- at 10:15 until 10:45 she said. 10:15 came and they all ran out. I had to put everything back in place.......
Breakfast was served. A white-yellowish hot drink and a bread in a plastic bag- with GOVERNMENT PROJECT FOR ALL PERU written on it.
The drink was warm and sweet but not too incredibly tasty. The bread was ... bread. Now I understood why EACH child has at least 2 black, rotten teeth- the sugar in the drink.
It was 11- still outside playing happily.
Next lesson. The 5th graders. I went to their classroom, thinking that I finally started understanding how the school works.
The teacher said, children follow... What's your name?
Hadar.
Ho. OK. Follow her then.
We went up, I opened the door, they sat down. Teacher?
I asked one of the students, where is the teacher?
Ho SHE. She is not here today.
What? She was just there!
No no. She is not here today.
............................................
What are you supposed to do? What lesson do you have now?
Communication
What's that?
They weren't very helpful. So I decided, if the thing with the calculators worked well with the fourth graders, we will do the same thing but with bigger number. That was the worse idea. Each one of them wanted to know if the answer to the task I wrote on the board was right. How was I supposed to know what 4568x789 is? I had no computer. No paper. I went outside to see where their WEIRD teacher left to... Two students from the class were outside, playing football. Hello?? Come back.
They did.
From then on, a group of about 7 boys decided to "have some fun". Each one of them, in his turn, sometimes two or three, started sneaking outside, with a HUGE smile on their face. It was not enough me telling them come back. I had to drag them in.
My Spanish was really not that good then.... so I started cursing them in Hebrew.
On the way back down in the car I asked, where was their teacher?
The teachers said, she went to Cuzco. Her dad died, she had to go get flowers.
We got down and Lis and I went to wait for the bus. Jessica had to go to a town called Calca, for some meeting. We waited. Waited. Waited. 1 hour.
Nothing.
Lis said, that's weird. Why is there no bus? I have a meeting in Urubamba at 3 o'clock. It Almost 2:30. 10 minutes later a bus came. STUFFED. There was realy no place. The door literally did not close.
I told Lis, I'll wait for the next bus. You go.
So she did.
I waited half an hour more and a bus came. I got to Urubamba at 4, and met one of Willka Tika's staff, Arturo. He was looking for me.
We go to Willka Tika. Carol was angry with me.
Why did you come so late? You were supposed to be here by 3!
Then she started explaining...:
Lis got on the bus, and called her sister, telling her that I did not want to enter the bus and that I was still in Lamay. Jessica called her husband, telling him to go to the bus station in Urubamba to look for me. He waited a long time, saying that many buses arrived, but that I was on none of them. He some how got the information that I got into a white car in Lamay and called Carol, telling her that I was lost. Carol sent Arturo to look for me in Urubamba, saying that she wouldn't start worrying until he came back without me.
And he found me.
I explained what REALLY happened and it was all forgotten, as if nothing had happened.
Nothing HAD happened.
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