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Sometimes I do not recognize. I'm not that be. And which is one of the periods of transformation in which I no longer enough to be who I am. Recently I discovered that women are going transformed from a time of life to another, redefined with every role that I have to represent. As a tadpole loses its wings to become a frog, she also loses something of themselves during the process of becoming a lover, partner, wife ... mother. So far I am not clear how that works to transform. Many times I see women on the street and wonder as they were when they were twenty, and where those girls are gone.

Recently the issue of motherhood is attacking me from all sides. So tired ... I have the opportunity to observe as women are turning around. Gradually lost almost all the friends I had. It sounds hard but it's a bit like that. Have become mothers despite having / is certain that nothing will change ("If you talk about diapers, I stop ahead!") Conversations that we are not now before. I look like the friend who can talk about other issues, not just their children but as they do not go away. And I do not stop when I speak of "diapers" because it seems unfair. I hear them, but it's as if I spoke the other side of river.

a woman may now seem anti-child. But this is not. Children have always liked and it seems that I liked too. I love spending time with my nephews or other children, enjoy the possibility of fond of children who are not mine. I think being a mother hardly feel it. I do not think that becoming a mother the world ends. But as I see, is quite different. I never had doubts about whether being a mother, but I think I have fear of losing my fins.

So I find it hard to identify with the woman I am now. I feel trapped in time, a tadpole from the water pretending to keep swimming but dying with every breath. I feel that I can not continue. Need to get a new being, one who can breathe the air without choking. I do not know how to ...

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Translating

I have on my desk twenty letters from children Paucartambo. These letters of Peruvian children to their sponsors Czechs, sponsors who do not know but thanks to those who can study. This aid for poor gifted children and organizes Foundation Inca Cusco department, a small organization founded by Olga Vilímková after spending a year teaching in a school of the department of Cusco. Since 2001 has provided assistance to more than 930 children, many of them have graduated and now exercise their professions in their communities and a girl received Czech government scholarship and went to the University of Prague, where he studied Czech.

I, besides being proud sponsor of a Chibolo, I volunteered as a translator of the letters into Czech. For me it is a unique experience, a closer contact and authentic it could have. Most are children of 4th to 6th grade, and it is interesting to see the English skills of children whose mother tongue is Quechua. It causes me very tenderly read phrases like "In bacacion halegre and felis and state" or "I leave you with strong huabraso" or "Being proficional would be a great victory for me would be happy."

Some of the letters are a bit repetitive, they note that the boy did not know what to write, then put what the teacher said. Some tell of their lives, describing their homes, families and customs in the village. One even wrote a poem, where it has :"... there playing with my brothers, there is laughing, joking with my friends my hobejitas and grazing habes habes has Huallamoco to grass up to my rabbits. " There are more personal stories, which we note that the child can not express themselves well in Castilian, so it is not well understood. There is an undecipherable letter, which neither recognize whether English or Quechua, which seems to be a dyslexic.

And there's also sad and touching stories, where the child tells his troubles to the sponsor, being the only person who can complain. A girl has her dad Boracho that sticks to her and her mother, or a teacher who beats children in school: "My teacher was bad, we rubbed with pointer." He says: "Sponsors of mine, I want you to come, I can not come because Prague is away. But a little les conosco in buestra picture ...".

I wonder how the future of these children. As they affect the experience of meeting with the other world? How to continue studying, if you will find in Cusco discrimination by citizens of their own country? They will know that somewhere far away there is someone who considers worthy of a good education? Help them feel safer? And meet the expectations that graduates will be working in their communities, and not go to live "Better Life" to one of the largest cities?

is not known. But I want to believe they will, regardless of whether further study or not, just to see what literacy is for more than grades. And not only care about money that one gives but how much interest in other shows and how much love you put on the written word. Because it's good to see that there may be a dialogue between two people who do not speak the same language, who live far away and have not even seen. That despite many obstacles the letter to reach its final destination. I believe that you get to transform your look, attitude and values \u200b\u200bto enter the world of another. Because dialogue changes to its participants and to confront them, makes them more human.



Quote: Culture of peace, bilingualism and multiculturalism, Juan Carlos Godenzzi

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Anniversary

November last year in Peru and I served ten years. For me it was love at first sight. And though we met by chance, without having planned or even thought of before, was an encounter that has shaped my life. I can not imagine who would be today without having made that trip. As a child I saw a documentary about astronauts, where one of them commented on his experience of seeing the world Earth from the universe. He said he felt a mixture of tenderness and responsibility. A feeling for the planet that has changed perspective forever. I do not know why I recorded both his testimony, but I also wanted to feel something like that someday.

It happened when I crossed the Atlantic on my first trip to Peru. And although so far not come to find out why and what this link has become so strong, I find some logic. You have to be predisposed to appreciate and love certain things, landscapes and people. I immediately recognized that I came to the place of my dreams, or rather to a place in the story that I did not dare to think existed. Not that I had found something so beautiful and idyllic, but it was something stronger than was unable and unwilling to resist. A force so far in my life was missing. Suddenly it did not matter who did not speak the language, I just decided to understand, communicate anyway.

now I wonder if that thing was that I liked so much, could not say. Were about twenty days in which I have seen only Lima and the north coast. Many things have shocked, surprised, gave me grief, I've loved or disliked. I've seen places and people that I was afraid. But I could not help but feel the attraction and curiosity. I do not always appeal must be positive. In other words, can be positive to arouse strong emotions, if that's what we want. And just as not all the unknown has to be attractive, but it can be if we want. I was interested. Watched people on the street and asked me to speak, I saw sleeping in the vans and was wondering where they went and took lives, read words like "Canto Grande" and "Stone Bridge" did not understand but sounded very poetic . I wondered how the people of the name "Toll", whose lights shone in the darkness of the desert.

Since then I have learned a lot of things. Not only in Peru but also for myself. I realized that speak Castilian things has awakened in me that know. Did not feel the same fear to express what happened to me in Czech. I found that this fear caused by not knowing enough, the fact of not being perfect as a Czech paralyzed me from the Czechs, that fear disappeared when I became an alien woman who did not have to speak well and that even expected to be different. It was very liberating, something that has helped me develop.

The English was not the first language I was learning, but neither the Russian nor English, something similar has happened to me because it was not associated with anything specific. In contrast, the English was part of something more complex than learning not to learn, but to understand a world. I found many parallels between Czech and English, especially in the way of saying things, creating sentences, the flexibility of words. It is said that English is easy to learn, at least in the beginning. I started reading and writing letters. At that time spent much time traveling by train from Prague to Moravia. All weekend undertook the journey of 5 hours and I went with my book and dictionary, writing. But then, when you arrive to Peru for the second time, did not understand much. He could say almost everything I needed but used to the speed and speaks of the Lima was more difficult. The mystery of the words still there, and come to understand has become a passion for me. Learning to live caused me great satisfaction. After seven months she dreamed in Castilian.

Before, when talking to myself, I spoke in dialect Prague despite loud he could not leave my accent Moravian. Now I took the Prague and the Moravian accent does not come out, but in my mind I speak in Castilian. Not always, but often is. I do not know why, but I am speaking Castilian other. More expressive, more communicative and more joyful. But more daring, more flirty and more rude. At least I think so. Because I do not know. I can not know how is my version in English. Like I'll never know how it sounds when I speak, how strong my accent or how I make mistakes. But what matter? The important thing is that there are people who despite all understand what I say. Recently