11.10.2009

The Garbage I Found in Bolivia: Part Two

Continued from Part One.....

Working at the clinic of District 3, I learned something more about sizes: the grande consumption of Coca-Cola!

Coca leaf production is actually a intriguing and controversial subject. Coca leaves are an agricultural commodity leading to products such as tea, coca-cola and cocaine. The current Bolivian president Evo Morales, a former coca grower, is working hard to increase production and legalize sale of coca leaves. Morales sees coca farming as a traditional and profitable activity with many health and social benefits to poor Bolivian peasants. Because the leaves are used to make cocaine (a trend that began in Bolivia about twenty years ago), the US desires to stop production of coca leaves. Clash of the Coca!

Meanwhile, Bolivia supplies the Coca-Cola Bottling Company with thousands of pounds of coca leaves for the soft drink. In return, there must be an unwritten pledge by Bolivians to drink Coca-Cola at least six times per day. I've never been offered so much Coke.



Haley and Charlie share a refreshing drink of Coke after doing a puppet show outside the clinic at District 3

This brings me to another comparison in size. Yes, the lakes, spiders and Coke consumption are big. And so are el corazóns de la gente (the hearts of the people). Not as in cardiomyopathy big. But big as in humble, generous, kind and accepting.

How I loved the gentle gratitude of the people. Women waited in line in the sweltering heat with never a complaint.... always so appreciative of whatever help they were given. Try visiting our local ER and see if you get the same feeling!




People worked hard. And smiled.



And they welcomed us with respect and warmth.



In the health clinic, the nurses and workers connected with us and were patient even though
our Spanish was terribly limited.






One final comparison about size. In the city of Montero, Bolivia, a town of 96,000 people located 50 km outside of Santa Cruz, there is also something bigger than in America: the piles of rubbish. Garbage litters the landscape in every direction.


photo courtesy of travelpod.com


One night as we took a walk to the downtown plaza, we watched a shop owner bring out a small trashbag and empty the contents into the gutter.
This was as natural an act as if she had dressed for the day.
All around the town, there is the look and feel of grunge.









photo from numphe9@webshots


garbage can just outside our hotel


Why doesn’t this bother people, I kept wondering? Don’t they take pride in their land? Don’t they care about the environment? Garbage pick-up is infrequent and irregular. Why don’t they put the infrastructure in place to collect trash?

Here is one reason: Bolivia is the poorest South American country. For example, an educated physician only makes $600 / month and often takes several jobs to sustain a decent living. So the don’t have the money to pay for garbage collection. The Bolivians are not taxed, taxed, taxed like we are in America. But is money the whole story?

These thoughts swirled around in my head like my mother’s contact lens when it was flushed down the toilet by my 3 year-old brother.

Continued in Part Three....


The Garbage I Found in Bolivia: Part Three


I admit that what I saw upon arrival in Montero was completely different than what I saw upon departure. At first I was disgusted by the dirt and garbage. But I learned valuable lessons from that initial reaction. And in a funny sort of way, I think their big garbage issue is connected to their big heart issue.
My conclusion about this and my new non-judgmental attitude about the filth surprised me.

Perhaps the garbage on the streets represent much more than poverty. It may be a symbol of priorities. Or a manifestation of contentment. Perhaps appearance is not as important as relationships.

Everywhere I went I saw evidence of this.

Remember in Part One, I said that the heat robs people of their afternoon. I no longer believe that. The noon siesta is not thievery at all, but rather a time for renewal and rejuvenation....a time to spend with family.

Also, in the evenings after work, families and friends would gather in the plaza



and visit or play chess with one another.



The beauty of the people are seen in their eyes and in their actions
















                               












The beauty of the people is seen in their dance and costumes
and in their cultural pride




LDS Stake Youth Dance Festival we attended

In Bolivia some in our group watched a mother have a C-section with little anesthesia and no grimmacing, we saw simple dinner tables outside under a grass roof and many other humble living conditions, our hotel workers washed heaps and heaps of laundry by hand, and ironed our sheets and towels every day, children played happily with used popsicle sticks and a threadbare soccer ball




children thrilled at the chance to color with sidewalk chalk we brought for them.






In reflection, I thought about my home in America. I remembered the little girl in Wal-mart who threw a tantrum because she couldn't have a motorized truck. I recalled the patient who yelled at our office staff for having to wait thirty minutes in an air-conditioned waiting room seated on a softly padded leather couch. Just a few days before my trip, I told my own mother I couldn't come over to her house to visit with friends who came to town because I had too much to do.

Do you ever find yourself rushing to and fro involved in insignificant things, grumbling at the inconvenience of conveniences, and demanding bigger, better, faster? I suddenly realized:


I am living with busy.
They are busy with living. 


Above all, this international adventure reminded me about relationships, use of time and priorities, humility and gratitude. I left with a fresh perspective.

Some of the garbage I found in Bolivia was not the rubbish on the street.

Ashamedly, it is what I found in my American heart.

10.16.2009

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