Showing posts with label español. Show all posts
Showing posts with label español. Show all posts

21 Dec 2015

Summer throwback

 To my family holiday in Tossa de Mar, Spain, in September. (Not my family on the photo).

 Where my cousin Mats was happy to be photographed at any given moment.

 My aunt Mette tried to find a hat that didn't make her children laugh.

 The mannequins were brilliant.

 I found Atlantis!

 And there were other tourists about.

 You could buy all the bathing equipment you could imagine.

And my cousin Elisa was also happy to have her photographer cousin around.

Stay tuned for more! As I'm writing, it's dark outside my window in Tromsø, the snow is whirling about, and I'm preparing to go visit my sister for Christmas. So why not look back at summer and sunshine? *Pretends it's not because she left blogging off for four months* *Coughs*.

26 Feb 2013

A short story about autonomy

 URACCAN Campus, Universidad de las Regiones Autónomas de la Costa Caribe Nicaragüense

 People in the street, hello

More people in the park

I've written a far too long text in Norwegian about this, I'll try to keep it short. First about the name of Bluefields: There was a lot of piracy here, often sanctioned by the British Crown, since they looted Spanish ships. One of them was a Dutchman called Blauveldt, which turned into Bluefields, as the city was named after him. 
Spain colonised the western coast of Nicaragua, and England took the east coast, the Caribbean coast, where I am now, as a British protectorate. The indigenous miskitoes of the north collaborated with the British, receiving weapons and goods as a thank you for keeping the Spanish away. There has been a lot of back and forth between the British and the Spanish, and in the end the British signed a treaty saying that they would leave the Nicaraguan coast to Nicaragua, and go up to Belize. So they left, leaving behind plantations with suddenly-free slaves, in addition to the Creole and Garifuna (afro-descendants), and the indigenous peoples of Rama, Mayagna, Ulwa, and Miskito. None of them with a good relationship with the rest of the country, and never having been a united country before.

Almost as from any textbook on how to suppress the indigenous tribes of a country, the government went on to forbid indigenous languages in schools, and impose Spanish language, traditions and property owners on the east coast. The different ethnic groups on this coast were all seen as inferior. There is still a lot of prejudice from people living in the west and north of the country. Even I was told to be careful of people in Bluefields, because they are apparently a lot more likely than anyone else to steal all my things. 

Finally, after the revolution and civil war, there was a lot of will to change in the country. A lot of leaders from the Caribbean worked hard to create a new autonomy law, and they managed to finish it in 1987. The autonomy law is quite progressive, even today. It states that there are two autonomous regions in Nicaragua, the northern and the southern autonomous regions: RAAN and RAAS. They cover about half the country. The forwardness of the law exists in it saying that all ethnic groups are equal, and they are all autonomous, whether they are of Spanish or African descent, or indigenous people. This is pretty strong in a region with so much history about race and origin.

The autonomy law also speaks about the demarcacion (is this a word in English?) of land. The land that was once given to rich friends of those in charge, is supposed to be shared out as communal land between the different communities. No personal ownership. There are a lot of rules and regulations though, a lot of different traditions to consider, and even places where this is impossible to go through with, like Bluefields, which is a city where people have owned their land maybe hundreds of years. Others have their deed scrawled on paper, without witnesses or proper signatures. 

We are going to learn a lot about this (I have learned some already, as you can see from my actually quite short summary). I am already comparing it, and finding that others have compared it before, with the indigenous people of the Nordic countries: the Saami. More about this to come! 

17 Feb 2013

Cerro El Calvario y mis hermanas

 Of course there are FSLN signs, graffitis and flags everywhere

 Here is Matagalpa city centre, with the blindingly white cathedral

 I loved being up here in the wind and the fresh air

 While the others thought it was a bit too fresh, here's my host sister Yodesca 

 Yodesca, me looking very fresh, and my sisters' friend (Kenya?)

Same friend, Yodesca, and my other host sister Tatiana

When my host family asked me whether I wanted to go up a hill last Sunday, I said yes, because I imagined going up a hill meant walking up a hill. But no, it was too dangerous to walk, and so we took a taxi both ways. It was wonderful to be up there though, and being in the strong wind and feeling slightly more fresh than the rest of the weeks I've been here.

15 Feb 2013

Managua and masculinity

Yesterday morning I left this view from my window (yes, that is the cemetery at bottom right) in Matagalpa, I left my temporary family and went to take a bus to Managua.

Managua is so far very unimpressive, it's a weird city of just highways and some shops and a massive shopping centre, and I can't get my head around it. It has no proper city centre.

Yesterday we met Douglas from Puntos de Encuentro, an organisation that works with women's rights, but also with men's perceptions of themselves, of family and of women and of their own masculinity. Douglas was especially interested in this, and showed us several films, including this one:


Puntos de Encuentro have also made several tv-series (or soaps, really) that bring up important subjects for youth and for girls, and that promote equal rights. They've even made a tv-series about sexual exploitation in Granada, one of Nicaragua's big colonial cities. I think this is a very good way to educate young people, who'll watch what's on telly, and remember it a long time afterwards (speaking from own experience here). All the actors are volunteers, and the producers contact different organisations working with the issue they're covering before writing each episode.

El Cementerio

 Hello Mathilde, and hello massive family mausoleums

 I love the colours of these cemeteries

Look!

The further up on the hill, the poorer you get

The colours from the wedding of a Norwegian princess

Beloved wife, only 20 years of age

Someone who died in 1984 - under the civil war - get to have guns on their grave

People always look oddly at me when I tell them I love cemeteries (so I don't tell many people). Part of our Spanish lesson on Wednesday a week ago was learning the story behind the Matagalpa Cemeteries, then going there. They have a "Foreigners" cemetery as well as a "Locals" cemetery, which in reality was "Catholic" and "Non-Catholic (the Foreigners)", and it's really interesting to see the differences between the two. Carlota, for example, was a foreigner or a foreigner's wife, and her tomb stone is very classic, white, and sobre. As you can see, a lot on the Local cemetery were not. Cemeteries also tell a lot about who were rich and poor, and about a country's history (see the gun tombstone). If you've followed this blog before, you've seen me ranting about cemeteries before, so I'll leave you here.

I've written this post beforehand, since I don't have internet all the time, but if all goes well, I shall be in Managua - the capital - when this gets posted. We're staying there two days, Thursday to Saturday, when we move on to Bluefields: one step closer to where we're going to live. We'll be having a week's long intro course in Bluefields as well, which probably means internet, but between February 24th and March 24th, I'll be staying with a family or on a center far away from the city, so don't expect much in that period - and send me any important messages before the 24th of February!

10 Feb 2013

First days

 We stayed in a hostel a few days, this is the level of tidiness we had (and Julie working hard)

 And this is us getting used to a different culture, a different country, and different ways of doing things

 We had one day off, where we went to a waterfall, here is Line eating some fruit or other

 And Julie being mysterious down by the water

And someone hiding behind Cascada Blanca (the White Waterfall)

I've got so many photos. I decided to start with first things first, so you'll always be a bit behind me, but hopefully never that far behind. I'm behind you all in time anyway, at the moment of writing we are nearing 0530 pm in Matagalpa, while my parents have gone to bed in Norway at 0030 am.
This second day, we went early in the morning to get a bus to the waterfall, which was our (or mine, at least) first proper experience with a Latin American bus. It was stuffed with people and food and a chicken in a box, all the clichés. The only thing that surprised me (but probably shouldn't have) was how noone got up for women and children and old people. After ten days in this country, I've seen someone get up for someone else once, and that was a man getting up for a pregnant woman to sit. 

We have two coordinators that have lived many years in Mexico, but also spent time in different countries in Latin America before - even though they've never lived in Nicaragua proper, they're very good to have for experience. Our two translators, Ingrid and Elise, have also lived in Guatemala and Bolivia respectively.

Soon to come more about our first week in Matagalpa!

1 Feb 2013

In Matagalpa

Photo by Line Bellingmo Johnsrud

It's quite sunny, a little bit cloudy, a lot more hot and humid than what we northerners are used to. Still, we're at quite a high altitude (700m), and we're going to a far hotter and more humid place in a few weeks.
Before then we have a full program of language lessons in the morning and political meetings in the evenings, where we meet with different organisations. There are also film screenings and different afternoon activities. Even our Spanish Language School is politically minded, with only women working there, and a very clear anti-discrimination policy. They also own a local handicraft shop and a local eco-tourism tour company. I will ask whether I can photograph there one day.

We will be meeting a lot of interesting organisations, working with different things, I mainly remember those concerning women's rights, but there are several others as well. 

On Sunday we leave our (lovely, internet-filled) hostel, to go into separate host families. 

Every day is more exciting than the last one! 

18 Jan 2013

Old news

But in case someone reading this blog doesn't know me personally or have me on Facebook,

I'm going to Nicaragua, february-june 2013.

All the excite. I'm volunteering for an organization called LAG, and I'm going with eight other, wonderful girls. At the moment I'm at a two-week preparation course in Hamar near Oslo. All our days are filled with a mix of Spanish lessons and different presentations about political and historical issues of Nicaragua. I'm going to be in charge of photography - we all have different roles and tasks in our group.


There's been a lot to do and think and learn. I'm still working on it. I'm looking forward to an exciting and ridiculously challenging five months.

Sleep now.

20 Jul 2012

Mis amigos Colombianos

 Xiomara, Dasha (así, de Rusia), Carlos

Xiomara y yo

ya te extraño.

Ahora necesito aprender español mas de nunca. Todo el tiempo estoy usando el google traductor. Necesito un curso y un viaje de España para aprender mas.

Mis amigos Colombianos se han ido.