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  • No eye of any hurricane above me!

    Remember this little story from some time ago?

    In 1977, the year of my arrival, San Cristobal’s schools, were pretty bad compared to European standards.

    In the next few years, the number of foreigners married to Mexicans living in town. San Cristobal grew quickly and the number of bicultural children, in addition to the local people, increased as well. Twelve parents, including my husband and myself, decided to found an alternative school. We wanted our children to be educated with Mexican children from a variety of backgrounds, so we created scholarships for those families who couldn’t afford the fees. The curriculum was based on the Waldorf system, the renowned German pedagogy used around the world. It was enriched with traditional ideas from ancient Mexican cultures. The children were introduced to philosophy as well as art and music — subjects most Mexican schools neglect.

    Many of the parents had belonged to the green movement in Europe. We wanted to put our green thumbprint on the school and our children’s education. There were immediate, compelling reasons for doing so. Sadly, huge garbage mounds are often the welcome markers greeting visitors as they enter a Chiapanecan town or village. Plastic trash and rubber tires were burnt freely, anywhere. We wanted to show everyone a different model through the school.

    A school cook was hired who prepared food once a day for the students. The kitchen created quite a bit of garbage. One teacher, passionately putting himself on the line for ecology, gave a crash course to the cook and her two assistants on organic and inorganic garbage, recycling and composting. He reported back that the three women had listened to him with complete attention. They had nodded their heads and confirmed yes, they did want to help the planet by composting the organic garbage. Yes, they absolutely wanted to help the school make its green mark on the whole community. Yes!

    A spot was selected behind the kitchen for the compost heap. We were all very satisfied and proud.

    After a while, the teacher made a kitchen visit to inspect the pile. He could not believe his eyes and burst out laughing. His laughter and incredulity returned as he gave us the report. Outside the kitchen he found himself in front of a huge mountain of plastic bags. Each bag had been carefully filled with organic garbage and then closed with duct tape!

    He made serious revisions in his lecture and then repeated the course....

    We had many little stories like this one in our PEQUEÑO SOL SCHOOL, Waldorf - oriented, Rudolf Steiner, Anthroposophy, Theosophy, Philosophy for Children Courses, Dances with local shamans, and Body Awareness for Children with teachers from the School Of Body Expression in Barcelona..... Yes, we have tried to create a little island of peace, beauty and consciousness in Pequeño Sol (LITTLE SUN from one of the first students: a Lacandon Mayan boy named Chan Kin - Little Sun).

    I helped found the school, so that my boys had a good place to attend and grow in and today my grandchildren go to Pequeño Sol. My friend Carolina (yes the one, who lives right beside the recently invaded and liberated land) is the director of the Middle School of Pequeño So. She came trembling to me yesterday: parents of a student of hers in the Middle School got shot in the head three days ago at the yearly Country Fair in Tuxtla. Their two small children, 2 and 4, were in the car with them, but not hurt. The couple were rich rancheros - farmers from Palenque. (PALENQUE, Crystal CITY, NEW ERA OF HUMANITY, Mayan End Of The World

    A day later the husband of a woman from San Cristobal, a politician, was shot in the head, also in Tuxtla, our capital of state.

    More than 90 % of crimes in Mexico are never investigated, if they are ever reported(!!!) less are ever resolved and mostly just if somebody pays a ton of money for it.

    I am this chickenshit, a woman, who I must admit, has always looked for safety first. I do not like that about myself, but that is what I have had to discover looking inside my skull and heart. Maybe I long for so much safety, because I have bad eyes? Well, that is what I would like to believe, but I am not sure that that is true.

    And look: where I have ended up living!

    My husband keeps binge - drinking closed into a hotel room. My ex - daughter - in - law called me again yesterday: she wants to die. When I see her then, she often lights up with a breakfast or when I just listen to her or her poetry for a while. She will see the psychiatrist today and I will pay for that.

    Meanwhile the fiesta goes on: the huge Fiesta of the Virgin of Guadalupe petered out last night after many days and nights without stopping, and the fiesta of the Virgin of Santa Lucia began. Marimba plays at the Zocalo and the town is full of tourists, some of which are dear friends, who I will sit together with today and tomorrow and the day after and that calms the trembling heart somewhat...

    Thank you for keeping reading my little reports.

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