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  • The other day we watched a video about a man here in town, whom I also perceive as with no vanity. A man - in his different way - like Malala. He is in his early seventies, his name is Sergio Castro.

    Sergio grew up in an orphanage in the state of Chihuahua. He became a civil engineer and veterinarian and came forty some years ago to Chiapas. Realizing the poverty of the Mayan communities he started to bring drinking water to many villages, all with his own money and private funding. He then built 37 schools in places where there was no school. He runs a small museum of traditional Indian dress in town and gives museum tours to tourists. With their donations he does his work.

    The best part of his work though is that he cures wounds, especially wounds from burning. Many people here still cook over an open fire and there are many accidents, especially drunk people and people, who suffer from epileptical attacks often burn badly or even to death in their own kitchen fire.

    Sergio cures these wounds very often. He also has a wonderful healing hand with people, whose limbs are threatened to be amputated because of Diabetes. Diabetes has become an epidemic in Mexico. Doctors do not have the time and ptience to clean and cure these kind of very bad wounds, but Sergio dedicates the bigger part of his days to this. If people cannot come to his house he drives out. He drives for hours over dirt roads and over potholes. sometimes every other day for weeks and months and by doing so has saved many limbs and lives.

    I invited all my friends and aquaintances towatch the video, I wanted this to be a fundraiser, I wanted to help him to widen and perpetuate his work. But Sergio is a shy man, he hardly said a few words. I was disappointed - again my wish to be important, to make a difference, my ego, I guess.

    People present said many great words about his work, but nobody left a donation except of myself.

    I asked Sergio, " Why don´t you speak a bit more, try to form a civil association, get more money?"

    "I just do what I do," he answered me, " My sons are not interested, they are busy in their careers. I cannot pay salaries and nobody wants to be a volunteer without at least a political or religious agenda. I do not have an agenda. I do what my heart wants me to do. If I sure a wound and the patient pays me with some tamales, a bunch of eggs or a pack of tortillas, that makes me happy. That is enough. When I die this is done and maybe enough. Maybe I inspire someone else to continue with the work, maybe not, it just is not in my hands anymore."

    Photography by Kiki (This is the wife of the chief of a small group of Khoi San Bushemen on the border between Namibia and Botswana. I had read much about them before ever visiting. These people seem to be the most humble, sharing, egoless people I have met in all mylife - and do you know what? Even though they also are among the poorest, they also were the happiest people I have ever met!)
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