20 July 2006

Swimming with dolphins

Usually when you are travelling, people tend to exaggerate on the beauties of their land:

"...on our island you will swim in the most crystal-clear waters of the world"
"...on our mountains you will meet the biggest grizzles of the planet"
"...in our forests you will feed the most aggressive lions of the jungle", etc. etc.

When we arrived in Praia da Pipa (Rio Grande do Norte) nobody told us anything. We just found ourselves here, for experimenting the fancy ambient of this posh touristic destination and we ended up swimming with dolphins...

During the low tide (which comes twice a day), dolphins come out (50m from the beach) to seek alimentation. What follows is really unique and emotional. The emotions it brings depend a lot on the point of view, you are looking to the scene:

- from the point of view of the fish-to-become-dolphin's-dinner it is nothing less than "macabre". Horrified fish are flying over the water, trying to escape the smily, but fatal for them, dolphin's mouth. I don't know if they see their whole life in front of their eyes, but they definitelly, cannot miss the lusty views of the surrounding spectators.

- from the point of view of the dolphin-to-have-dinner it is just "fun". Flying over the water behind the horrified fish is more like a game than an effort to grab it. Even when the dolphin has it almost in his mouth, instead of eating its dinner at once, it starts playing with it (or torturing it, if you change your point of view, as we said above). It's worth mentioning that dolphins are smily throughout the scene, which indicates a) that they are enjoying their dinner, b) that they are enjoying their game and c) that they know they are being photographed (dolphins are smart, aren't they?)

- from the point of view of the swimmers-to-witness-the-scene it is "whow". Swimming among dolphins at a wonderful sandy beach of Brasil, in the green waters of the Atlantic and sourrounded by a spectacular scenery of sand-dunes and tropical forests is pure luck...

...and it's even more luck that we are not the fish of the above scene!

10 July 2006

4 July 2006

A short trip to Africa

Milions of years ago South America was contiguous with Africa. Geologists claim that Bahia was neigboring to present-day Namibia.

Namibia was a country rich in minerals and diamonds. After the continental drift, great parts of those diamonds were swept into the depths of the sea that covered what is now inland Brasil. The seabed was turned to stone and after erosion the trapped diamonds were released to the area that is now called Chapada Diamandina.

The fever of diamonds brought to the area diamond-miners, adventure-hunters and vagabonds from all over the world, who ripped the area of all its diamonds and became rich by selling them to the European and North-America markets. The history repeats itself with the natural resources of South America...

However, all those "thieves"couldn't steal the natural beauty of Chapada Diamantina. It is an area of extreme natural beauty with numerous waterfalls, mountains, caves, plateaus, valleys, swimming holes, diverse vegetation and unique species of monkeys, deers, jaguars and ...you name it!

We spent 3 days in the small colonial village of Lencois, at the borders of the Natural Park. We visited the park, we swimmed in some of its waterfalls, we trekked in trails of unique beauty and we sensed the tranquility and friendliness of its residents. The residents of Chapada are mainly of African origin as in most of Bahia.

For over 300 years Brasil was defined by slave-trade. It is believed that about 3,6 million slaves were shipped from Africa (Angola, Mozambique, Sudan and Congo) to Brasil between 1550 and 1888 mainly used for sugar and coffee plantations. Portuguses prefered them from the local Indians as they were seen as strong workers and were very resistant to European deseases. Slaves were brought to Brasil in subhuman conditions, taken from their families and packed into ships all the way to Brasil (not all of them survived the "journey"). Needless to say that slave-traders covered their tracks by destroying all the documents related to their line of work.

Slavery was abolished in 1888 and about 800.000 slaves were freed. But were they really free? All illitearate, unskilled and unemployed were thrown at the streets from their ex-owners.

Some chose to be employed by their previous owners being paid miserable wages and living in worse conditions than before. They chose to remain "slaves".

Some chose to go to crime, the only way to support their living. Many of them are now residing the miserble Brasilian prisons, other have died and some are still out on the streets, untill they die or take the way to the prison.

Finally, some chose to go to the urban centers (where they formed the favelas) and compete with the much more educated and well respected europeans(descedents of Italian and German immigrants). But they forgot one thing ....their color. A black-man in Brasil cannot compete in equal terms with a white-man.

Brasil is an absolutely racist society. Where you see black people (rastafarians) you don't see white people (europeans) and vice-versa. Everything is very well-defined here. White-men live in well-guarded complexes, shop in shopping centres, drive their own cars while black-men live in favelas, shop in street markets and use public buses. There are jobs only for whites and others only for blacks (porters, maids etc.).

The stereotypes are supported by the TV. Every evening the whole Brasil is stuck in front of the one-and-only television network (owned by the king of Brasilian media) watching endless telenovelas who show love affairs between wealthy white families, served by black maids, having black gardeners, and black workers at their extense farms.

One might say that Brasil's blacks were freed from "the whips of the slavery" to be stuck "in the misery of the favela". And, believe me, it's really a misery...

1 July 2006

Beira Rio

About 500 km west of Salvador, deep in the forests of Bahia, south of Rio Paraguacu, used to be a “fazenda” (big farm) that belonged to C.S. one of the richest men in Brasil, owner of 22 more fazendas and of a big financial group. But not any more. The last 10 years, there stands the assentamento of Beira Rio, one of the most important settlements of MST, the Movement of the Landless People of Brasil (Movimiento dos Trabalhadores Rurais Sem Terra), housing about 400 families.

It all started in September 1997, when a group of 400 families, leaded by a team of MST militants entered (without guns, without violence, children were at front-line) the fazenda that belonged to C.S. (owner of a financial group and many latifundios in Brasil), a land of 11.250 hectares and settled there. The action followed a wide research, concluded by an experienced team of MST that collected several info about this fazenda, such as property titles, uses of land etc. Only when they confirmed that the land was not used, they proceeded in occupation.

It took about 1 year living in barrancos (temporarily-set tents), until the acampamento was legalised through an MST processes in cooperation with the government and bacame an assentamento. The state helped build (basic) houses for all families and brought electricity.

The last 10 years, thanks to self-organisation and communal living of its inhabitants, Beira Rio has become one of the biggest and best organised MST assentamentos in the area of Bahia. We spent some days there with Bessy and here are our experiences.

All men work the land as a primar occupation. They produce enough to be self-sustained. The land is divided to small fields who belong to the families. Every family is in charge of cultivating its field, however the products belong to the whole community and are to be shared. The same with animals. Half of the families are charged with cattle and the other half with goats. Diary products and meat belong to everyone. Everyone has paultry and pigs, as well.

In Beira Rio everyone claims to be rich, but noone has money. This is because almost no money cirqulate in this community. Only products. The only money come from selling meat to nearby villages (Marconilio Souza, Boa Vista) and serve for buying infrastructure (tractors, horses) which are also communal.

As for services, they exist but they are all voluntary. Mainly when people need assistance in the fields, they ask the help of friends and neighbors. Work is always offered free of charge, as a contribution to the common objective.

There is an internal organisation in Beira Rio. A president is being elected every 2 years by a general assembly, however he is subject to change if the assentados are not satisfied with him/her. A meeting of all assentados is held once every month, where all the problems of the assentamento are discussed. All families participate, which make these meetings usually noisy and long. We were told that meetings are not over untill everyone has expressed his/her view and untill all issues are resolved.

Here is worth mentioning the definition of assentados (officially registered). Assentados are considered the man and the woman of every family. The children may live with them but have no “voting rights”.

Childhood in an assentamento is really short. People usually “get married” when they have 12-15 years old... Don’t think of any glamorous wedding, they just call themselves married, they live together and start having children!!! Women usually have several children when they are 25 and many grand-children when they are 45.

However, once they have made their own family, they can no longer remain assentados in the same assentamento. They have to go through all the stages of the “luta” (fight), therefore they are asked to proceed to occupation of new land, and set up a new assentamento.

We asked several times if people want to leave the assentamento and find their luck in a city. We were told that everyone is happy to live there. They have everything, a modest house, land to cultivate and they are part of a community. They always motivate people to leave the assentamento for University studies, provided they will return to offer their knowledge to the community. They even said that several homeless and desperate people from the cities are often asking a shelter in the assentamentos and they are always welcome.

All children are supposed to attend school every day. Depending the size of the assentamentos most levels of basic education are offered (1st – 9th grade). Since education is the field work of Bessy we conducted several interviews with school director, professors and children and I hope we can dedicate a seperate post on this issue.

However, life in an assentamento is often very hard. Children have to assist their parents in the fileds where they spend long days and a lot of energy from studying. Parents are in most cases iliterate themselves and they won’t motivate children go to school. Helping them is out of the question. Men tend to alcoholism and drugs use (from a domestic cactus and other plants). Women spend the whole evening in front of the TV watching the Brasilian telenovelas, and children are also addicted to it.

Hygienic conditions are very poor. Running water is of brown colour and often causes diarhea and intestine problems to children. Waste-water system doesn’t exist neither, resulting that all waste are poored on the streets, or even at the back-yards of the houses. But the most important is the lack of hygienic education among the parents. In most of the cases they keep the houses and the streets full of garbage, they have their children consuming dirty water and eating not properly processed food. Of course it is a matter of lack of infrastructure, but things could be a lot better if there was basic hygenic education.

In the time we spent in Beira Rio, we visited most of the assentamento, we met many of the assentados, we visited the school and talked with students and professors, we visited the fields and helped the plantation of a special herb which they use for water purification, we met a lot of children (there are plenty of them) and played a lot with them, we wondered around and feeled the rythm of life, but most of all we asked many questions. In such a short time we wanted to know everything about the assentamento and we were very lucky to have constantly next to us A., a very experienced militant of the MST secretariat. She was in the front line of various land occupations and knew probably everything about the MST movement, the history of Beira Rio and the everyday life of the assentamento.

It was a unique experience for us to be there. It is really difficult to exress the feelings of our short life in the assentamento. The non-existance of property, the lack of privacy (houses are “open door” all day long), the abscence of money and generally the lifestile of this community can bring a visitor very easily to embarassement.

In their society, maybe it is the communal way of living and abscence of money that makes all those people so nice, happy to talk to us, invite us for drinks and offer food and fruits, ask about our country, socialise, lough, and dance no matter if they are working the land all day long.

In our society, maybe it is our individual way of living and money-driven activities that often drive us miserable, tired, stresses and unsocial, no matter if we are doing nothing all day long.

28 June 2006

How difficult is to watch a game

Scene 1: Amsterdam, September 2005

We are watching the final of the "European Basketball Cup" at the big-screen of a luxurious sports cafe in Amsterdam. The place is full of people (mainly Greeks) who consume several beers during the game. A big-guy, probably the bar-manager, was walking nervously around, checking that everything runs smoothly with all those crazy Greeks. At a certain time my beer is over, he immediately spots my empty glass and asks for a new order. I kindly explain him that I don´t want to drink more and he "kindly" kicks-me out of the bar. You could only stay in the bar if you would consume...
I did order another beer, which I drunk as slowly as possible (only to see the end of the game) and never went back...

Scene 2: Salvador de Bahia, June 2006

This morning we are walking with Bessy at the waterfront of Barra (a sea-side suburb of Salvador) looking for a nice place to watch the game of Brasil against Ghana. In a very narrow alley we spot 2 guys setting some plastic chairs in front of a window, where a small TV was standing on top of a box of beers. Before we ask, they offered us the best seats right in front of the TV. In less than 5 minutes the place was full of old and young people, men and women, all dressed up in green and yellow and equiped with all necessary tools: whistles, fireworks, guns etc. The game started and the beers too. They offered us at once. We couldn´t help but accept and return the offer. As Brasil was scoring goals, more beers were coming on the table (it was only 12:00), fishrmen coming out of the water, were offering fresh fish and sea-food for everyone. The cafe-owner was happy to prepare them, to serve everyone, he was even happy when we ordered lunch from a nearby reastaurant and had it served at his restaurant! Even in the end, when we asked for fresh juice -since he didn´t have any- he was happy to go to a nearby cafe, order and bring 2 juices for us.
Brasil won the game, but probably most of the people around us, only realised it when the game was over. The reason is that simply noone cared about the goals of Ronaldo, or the passes of Ronaldinho. Everybody was happy to be there, tease their friends, shout, lough, invite the passers-by to sit with them, celebrate and escape for 90 minutes from the reality.

How simple things can be...

27 June 2006

Salvador de Bahia

Salvador de Bahia is the 3rd largest city of Brasil. It consists of a historic centre (Pelourinho) and several suburbs where the majority of its 2,5 million people live.

Salvador lies in the middle of a peninsula, therefore most of the city is by the beach. There you get extremelly nice views of the ocean, colorful sunsets, relaxing swimming and beach bars with refreshing juices (sucos de maracuja, abacaxi, manga, caju, cacau, coco, morango, laranja etc.).

In Pelourinho, from Friday to Saturday we were lucky to follow "As festas de Sao Joao", which is -next to the carnival- the most important celebration throughout the year.

Dancing groups (quadrilhas) performing all around the city. Music scenes with open air concerts of all kinds of music (forro, axe, arrocha, pagode, samba, afro-bloco) were everywhere. Special performances for children and older people were also planned. We also tried traditional food and pastries, typical cachaca from the Bahian region, watched capoeira and danced in the rythms of African drums.

Above that, Saturday night we followed, outside Salvador, a Candomble ritual.
Candomble is a ceremony part of the Afro-Brasilian culture of Bahia.
The celebration starts with an animal sacrifice to attract the attention of the "orixas" the African gods. The drummers play throughout the ceremony, only women are dancing in African rythms until they enter a trance, the goal of the ceremony. When a dancer enters a trance, means that has received the spirit of the "orixa", she retreats and the next one comes on stage.

It could take hundreds of lines to describe the experience and the feelings during this ceremony, but probably this is not the space to express everything.

However, the point is that Salvadoris not only, sea, sun, capoeira, music, dances, nice food and cultures.

Salvador is a very extensive city and if you don´t have a car you can hardly visit a small part of it. And of course most of the people here don´t own a car, therefore they have to spent long days in the packed buses to go to work or do their shopping.

Salvador is a city where street children are abundant. You see them everywhere, they beg for some centavos in Pelourinho, they polish shoes outside commercial centres, the sell sleeping chairs at the beach, they sell some corn to make their living, they steal, they form street-gangs, they kill, they get killed...

Salvador is a dangerous city, people have bars at their windows even at the 10th floor of buildings, they have big walls around their houses, armed guards at the entrance of the "condominios", they never stop at traffic lights after the sun is set, they never open their car-windows, they never go to isolated places alone, when they go to the beach they cannot enter the sea because their staff will be stolen, they never feel secure any time of the day, at any place they are....

Salavdor is a city that develops. A new metro is being built here deslocating people from their places, enormous commercial centres are inaugurated every year, taking customers from street markets to big-brands and empoverishing even more the small retailers.

The route is the same for all people here. From the countryside, to the city and there in the favelas.

Tomorrow morning is the World Cup game between Brasil and Ghana. Most of Brasilians will watch the game at the television even at the most far away places of the country. The goals of well-paid Ronaldo and Ronaldinho will bring them for 90 min in a magic world. When the game is over they will have to go back to the misery of everyday life.

Good luck...

22 June 2006

60 minutes of love

21/6/2006, Today my father turned 60 and I turned 30.

After so many years, there are many things I needed to tell him.
Therefore I made a video about his life: "60 minutes of love"...

It was not the video itself, but the process of making it that counted for me...
So many images, words, thoughts, feelings, a man's life in front of my eyes!!!
It was a gift to myself, a rewarding experience, a lesson of life....

By making it, I wished I could offer him a fraction of the love I have received...
I just realised this is not possible... but still a good effort :):)

Anyway ...in 1 hour I am flying to Brasil, I hope I can feed in this blog with nice themes from the celebrations of this weekend in Salvador de Bahia...

Ate logo....

13 June 2006

Under the tree

Today I called Bessy, her phone rang, she picked it up...

Guess why... she was under THE tree, the only spot in "Menino Jesus" where there is a mobile network (see previous post).

She was not alone there, about 15-20 children were playing around her. The same morning, Bessy had attended their class, talked and played with them...

School is her home, she spents most of her day there and the nights as well (truth, they sleep at the ground of the school)...

Together with the University students they organise activities for the community, for examlpe last night they showed the movie "Motorcycle Diaries".
However, living conditons are harsh... No fresh water, electricity is scarce and hygienic is an unknown word...

But Bessy is alive and kicking, if only there weren't so many mosquitos!!!

11 June 2006

Menino Jesus

Today, Bessy is off to "Menino Jesus", an "assentamento" about 4 hours from Salvador.


She arrived there this morning, together with a team of students, driving in a University mini-bus, through a muddy but extremely beautiful route in the tropical forest of Bahia.

The "assentamento" hosts about 200 families, Bessy will stay with one of them, offering house-labour in return.
She will be following classes at school every morning from 7:00 to 12:00, then holding interviews with families and teachers and of course contributing to the day-to-day activities of the community.

Next Friday she is heading back to Salvador.
Communication is not very easy, though her mobile phone has a very weak network exclusively under THE tree, which stands outside THE school of the community :):)

You can give it a try and if she happens to be around (the tree) she will be delighted to answer your call :):)

9 June 2006

World Cup kick-off

Only 5 minutes before the kick-off of the 2006 World-Cup, I received the following message from Bessy:

"Brasil is totally into the World Cup rythm!

Banks have changed the working schedule of the employees for the days Brasil is playing, they close at 14:30.
All the shops have green and yellow flags hunging on the walls, same goes for agencies and public sector like the Post Office for example...
TV is the best, all journalists are already in Germany for days and we know what happens there every single minute!

Everybody expects Brasil to win of course, this is the religion here, football...Viva Brasillll!!!!"

8 June 2006

The Basilian pace...

...is so different from the one of Bessy.

In Brasil everything is moving slowly, nothing is definite, people are reluctant to make long-term appointments and you always should expect the unexpected (see transportation strike in previous post).

One should conclude that this is NOT the country for Bessy to be...here, I quote some of her recent words:

"...I am trying to get people for my interviews, I am calling, e-mailing, but everything moves so slowly, que posso fazer?"

"...I am usually well organised, but now I didn't think that if I went today to the assentamentos I wouldn't be able to make any interviews during the weekend..."

"...Anyway, I will go next week, but still due to the World Cup I doubt if anything will be moving..."

"...I became a Brasilian sooner than expected..."

5 June 2006

No news good news

Not much going on in the weekend...
Bessy had some rainy days in Salvador but still could experience for first time some palm-tree beaches and wavy seas. Spending a lot of time with her flat-mates and experiencing some Greek cooking...
Strike is still on, therefore no interviews planned before coming Thursday...

1 June 2006

Moving

While Bessy was moving to a posh appartment next to the beach, some thousand kilometers to the east, I was also moving "the Dutch way" out of our lovely room to ...nowhere!!!

31 May 2006

Lucky Day

Today was Bessy's lucky day.
She met Celeste, university professor of fine arts, who brought her to the University, showed her around and gave her useful contacts for MST. Then she drove her to the new apartment.
Yes, Bessy is moving in tomorrow, in a very posh appartment in an upper class neighborhoud of Salvador, next to the beach. Her flatmates are 2 girls, a Brasilian and a Spanish, both students.
After one week in Salvador, things seem to settle...

30 May 2006

Change of plans

An indefinite transportation strike brings all buses of Brasil to a standstill and Bessy stuck to Salvador. Therefore no "assentamentos" visits yet...
However, tonight there is an "olodum". Every first and last Tuesday of the month samba performances are taking place in all squares of Salvador :):)

The project is on

Sunday evening out for coffee with Andrea, journalist, 25, then to the movies to watch a cuban documentary in the geological museum and ending up out for crepes where a girl in an MST t-shirt was serving.
Monday the first interview at the MST headquarters and meeting with the Argentinian documentary maker.
Tommorrow leaving for visiting the first assentamento 6 hours in the west of Salvador. 3 more to follow. Will not return to Salvador before 2 weeks.
Finally, the project is on...

26 May 2006

New friends

The Italians Katerina and Ruben are the new friends of Bessy. Unfortunatelly they are soon leaving Brasil.
Today a lot of rain and a first visit to the city-center Pelourinho.
There is only one problem: in the whole Salvador there is no trousers with side-pockets.
Bessy claims it's on purpose so that tourists are easier robbed!
Have a nice weekend...

25 May 2006

Welcome to Brasil

Bessy was all prepared for her first interview but the person didn't show up. Was not even in town, welcome to Brasill....
A lot of shopping, many mosquitos and still with jet-lag.
New number: +557181175516

Planned Route

Here is our planned route in Brasil... so that you know where to find us if you want to visit. Dates and destinations may change any moment during the trip :)


May-June
24/5: Bessy arrives in Salvador, conducts interviews with MST and visits acampamentos and assentamentos in Bahia and Vitoria
23/6: Stavros arrives in Salvador
- Festas Juninhas in Salvador
- Bahia
- Chapada Diamantina National Park


July
- Recife
- Porto de Galinhas
- Olinda
- Natal
- Geripabu
- Fortaleza
- Canoa Quebrada
- Jericoacoara
20/7: Fly to Sao Luis
- Lencios Maranhenses National Park
- Sao Luis
24/7: Fly to Campo Grande
- Pantanal
29/7: Fly to Sao Paolo
- Sao Paolo

August
- Sao Paolo
2/8: Fly to Porto Alegre
- Porto Alegre, stay in MST acampamentos
- Florianopolis
- Curitiba
- Belo Orizonte
- Ouro Preto
- Rio

Arrival in Salvador

Bessy is safe in Brasil.
"Everything is new here, it's a whole new world", was the first thing I heard from her.
She has a room with a balcony on the Atlantic, where she treats herself with fresh juices.
Still with a jet-lag and ready for her first interview.
Soon with a Brasilian mobile phone.

24 May 2006

Departure from Amsterdam

Bessy has left Amsterdam this morning.
Full of stress, uncertainty and a lot of emotions...
Train to Brussels, flight to Lisboa, taxi to the Hotel and McDonalds for dinner, watching football at the hotel room.
Tomorrow early wake-up call and fly "al otro lado del charco"...
Have a great adventure Bessy....


1 April 2006

About Vietnam (in greek)

Μεσα στο 2005 επισκεφτηκα το Βιετναμ.

Οι Βιετναμεζοι δεν εχουν μνημες απο τον πολεμο. Οι μισοι απο αυτους γιατι γεννηθηκαν μετα το 1975 (1970: 40 εκ. και 2004: 82 εκ.) και οι αλλοι μισοι γιατι δεν θελουν να εχουν...

Λιγοι μπορουν να βαλουν σε σωστη χρονολογικη σειρα τον πολεμο του Βιετναμ, τους παγκοσμιους πολεμους και την αρχαια Ρωμη. Κι αυτο γιατι δεν διδασκονται ιστορια, οπως δεν διδασκονται γεωγραφια (1 στους 10 μπορουσαν να τοποθετησουν την Ελλαδα περιπου στο χαρτη), δεν μαθαινουν ξενες γλωσσες και δεν ενημερωνονται για τη διεθνη πολιτικη.

Επισης δεν ξερουν οτι κατα τη διαρκεια του πολεμου, Αμερικανικα αεροπλανα "εσπειραν" 15 εκ. τονους βομβες πανω απο τη χωρα τους, που εκτος απο τους θανατους που προκαλεσαν, κατεστρεψαν τεραστιες εκτασεις υπεροχων τροπικων δασων και αγροτικων εκτασεων και προκαλεσαν χρονια προβληματα υγειας σε εκατομμυρια αγροτικου πληθυσμου.

Οι Βιετναμεζοι λατρευουν τον εθνικο τους ηρωα και απελευθερωτη Ho Chi Minh. Οι φωτογραφιες του κοσμουν καθε τοιχο σπιτιου και καφενειου, Ωστοσο λιγοι ξερουν ποτε εζησε και πεθανε και ελαχιστοι μπορουν να σου πουν για το ρολο του στον απελευθερωτικο αγωνα και τη διεθνη σκηνη.


Οι Βιετναμεζοι δεν ξερουν ποσα εκατομμυρια συμπατριωτων τους σκοτωθηκαν κατα τη διαρκεια του πολεμου . Δεν θελουν να ξερουν. Θερωρουν τον πολεμο μακρυνο παρελθον και δηλωνουν με υπερηφανια "μας αρεσουν οι Αμερικανοι".

Πραγματι οι Αμερικανοι αποτελουν τα δυο τριτα των τουριστων στη χωρα αυτη. Πανε μηπως να δουν με υπερηφανια τη χωρα που πολεμησαν οι προγονοι τους? Η να δουν απο κοντα τη χωρα αυτη που τοσες φορες εχουν δει σε ταινια του Hollywood?

Το πολιτευμα στο Βιετναμ ειναι ο σοσιαλισμος. Ειναι πολυ ενδιαφερουσα η εφαρμογη του σοσιαλισμου στη χωρα αυτη οπου δεν υπαρχει δωρεαν εκπαιδευση και ιατρικη ασφαλιση ενω δικαιωμα σε συνταξη εχουν μονο οσοι εχουν δουλεψει για το κρατος τουλαχιστον 30 χρονια.

Και το πιο παραδοξο? Τη χρονια που περασε, οι ΗΠΑ ηταν η χωρα που ειχε τις περισσοτερες εμπορικες συναλλαγες με το Βιετναμ. Ουτε η Κινα, ουτε η Ρωσια, οι ΗΠΑ ακολουθουμενες απο την Ιαπωνια. Αποτελεσμα ολων αυτων των ξενων επενδυσεων ειναι να ταξιδευεις στην (κατα τ' αλλα πανεμορφη) επαρχια και καθε λιγα μετρα να συναντας ταμπελες Canon, Coka Cola, Nike, Samsung, Nokia. Τα γνωστα sweatshops, οπου εργατες δουλευουν 12 ωρες την ημερα σε αθλιες συνθηκες για 2-3 $. Κατα τ' αλλα σοσιαλισμος...


Οσο για το περιβαλλον, οι βιετναμεζικες πολεις ηταν μεχρι πριν απο λιγα χρονια ο παραδεισος των ποδηλατιστων. Ωστοσο τα τελευταια χρονια, μαζι με τις ξενες επενδυσεις, τους Αμερικανους επιχειρηματιες και τους Γιαπωνεζους μηχανικους, εφτασαν στο Βιετναμ και τα μεταχειρισμενα μηχανακια (εκτοπιζοντας σε μεγαλο βαθμο τα ποδηλατα). Αυτα τα μικρα, θορυβωδη δικυκλα που αφηνουν πισω τους συννεφο απο επικινδυνα αερια, κυκλοφορουν κατα εκατομμυρια (χωρις υπερβολη) σε πολεις και χωρια δημιουργωντας μια αποπνικτικη ατμοσφαιρα και κανωντας το περπατημα μια πολυ επικινδυνη δραστηριοτητα.

Οι καλλιεργειες ρυζιου μολυνωνται καθημερινα απο τα αποβλητα των εργοστασιων που ξεφυτρωνουν καθε μερα διπλα στα χωρια (εμ, να χασουμε τις επενδυσεις?). Tα ποταμια γεμιζουν με πετρελαια που αφειδως πετουν οι πλοιοκτητες στο νερο (δεν τους εχει πει κανεις την καταστροφη που προκαλουν) και οι πολεις φορτωνονται καθημερινα με ολο και περισσοτερα σκουπιδια.


Κατα τ' αλλα το Βιετναμ ειναι απο τις πιο συναρπαστικες χωρες που μπορει να επισκεφτει κανεις: ενα πολιτικο και κοινωνικο φαινομενο, με μια πολυ πλουσια συγχρονη ιστορια, ατελειωτη φυσικη ομορφια και ακομα (ευτυχως) μικρα νουμερα τουριστων.

Προτεινομενο βιβλιο για το ταξιδι: "Saigon", Anthnony Grey

27 March 2006

Recycling stories (in greek)

Ο μεσος Ελβετος αρνειται να πεταξει χαρτια και γυαλινα μπουκαλια στα σκουπιδια. Το ιδιο ισχυει και για κουτακια αλουμινιου, μπαταριες και αλλα χημικα απόβλητα τα οποια καταληγουν σε ειδικους καδους που υπαρχουν σε σουπερμαρκετ και γειτονιες. Περιβαλλοντικη συνειδηση? Ναι, αλλα οχι μονο. Η ανακυκλωση ειναι δωρεαν σε αντιθεση με τα μη ανακυκλωσιμα απορριματα τα οποια ακριβοπληρώνουν (τουλαχιστον 1 ευρω τη σακουλα) οι φιλοι μας οι Ελβετοι.

Στην Δανια τα σκουπιδια δεν ειναι "για πεταμα", αλλα πρωτη υλη. Σε χωματερες καταληγουν μονο το 6% των απορριματων ολης της χωρας.
Περιπου 10.000 Δανοι απασχολουνται στον τομεα της διαχειρησης απορριματωνν. Μονο που τα απορριματα της χωρας δεν ειναι αρκετα ωστε να ειναι οικονομικα συμφερουσα η κατασκευη μιας μοναδας ανακυκλωσης, οποτε πολυ απλα εξαγουν οτιδηποτε ειναι ανακυκλωσιμο (31%).

Οι Γερμανοι παλι (οπως για τα παντα αλλωστε) πανε να περασουν την ανακαυκλωση μεσα στη νομοθεσια. Για την ωρα νομοι επιβαλουν την ανακυκλωση μονο μπαταριων και αλλων χημικων αποβλητων. Ωστοσο οι ιδιοι αποδεικνυουν οτι δεν χρειαζονται τους νομους μιας και το 90% των Γερμανων δηλωνει διατεθειμενο να διαχωρισει τα απορριματα του ειτε αυτο προβλεπεται απο το νομο, ειτε οχι.

619 ευρω προστιμο προβλεπεται για τον Ιταλο που εχει καδο ανακυκλωσης σε αποσταση 500 μετρων απο το σπιτι του και δε διαχωριζει τα απορριματα του. Ωστοσο οπως δηλωνουν οι κατοικοι της Ρωμης, τετοιους πολυχρωμους καδους σπανια βρισκουν στη πολη τους, και οι λιγοι που υπαρχουν, ειναι μονιμα γεματοι. Η αποθεωση ομως ειναι στη Νοτια Ιταλια, οπου μπροστα στις απειλες προστιμων της Ευρωπαικης Επιτροπης, οι ντοπιοι πολιτικοι απλα απαντουν οτι τη διαχειρηση απορριματων στην περιοχη ελεγχει η Μαφια!

Στη Σενεγάλη ανακυκλωνονται τα παντα! Πλαστικες σακουλες, τετραδια, πλαστικα μπουκαλακια νερου, ολα χρησιμοποιουνται αμεσα. Παλιες κονσερβες γινονται ποτηρακια, εφημεριδες χρησιμοποιουνται για περιτυλιγμα ψωμιου, παλια λαστιχα μεταμορφωνονται σε σανδαλια και φλουδες απο φρουτα γινονται φτηνα αρωματα. Μπορει η ανακυκλωση στη Σενεγαλη να μη βρισκεται ακομα σε βιομηχανικο επιπεδο, βρισκεται ομως στην καθημερινη ζωη.

Στην Ελλαδα μας αρεσουν τα μεγαλα projects. Μπροστα, λοιπον, στην κριση διαχειρησης απορριματων που βρισκομαστε (15 χρονια πισω απο ολες τις Ευρωπαικες χωρες και πολυ μακρυα απο τους στοχους μας), αποφασισαμε να χτισουμε το μεγαλυτερο εργοστασιο ανακυκλωσης της Ευρωπης. Μας στοιχισε κατι παραπανω (75 εκ. ευρω) αλλα τα καταφεραμε. Το εργοστασιο ολοκληρωθηκε πριν 5 χρονια διπλα στη χωματερη Ανω Λιοσιων, αλλα παραμενει ακομα ανενεργο.

Ο λογος? Υπεστη σοβαρες ζημιες απο ενα σωρο σκουπιδιων που επεσε πανω του!




Πηγη: BBC