It's election time now in Nepal. But not everybody agrees.
There is a party alliance that call for a ten day national strike to prevent the election.
The situation is very complicated, I'm a swot in political analysis and I can't tell which ones are the good and the bad ones. If they are any.
Anyway, we planned a visit in the countryside (we call them 'missions'...jerk...) and to avoid the strike, which in Nepal means that all the streets and road are blocked by a yelling crowd, we went during the weekend.
We drove for seven hours, we spoke with some people, we met an NGO acting in the area, we slept in a tiny freezing room on a harder than wood mattress and, as usual, they brought us to visit a school.
I don't like to visit schools.
Especially if, as in this case, you do not have any plan to work with this particular school.
I don't like it because you always bring with you a high expectation...
"Oh!, the foreigners are coming! We are safe! We will finally have water, electricity, a computer and internet. We will not be isolated in this country side Nepalese mountain freezing village"
Then, I don't like it because they always use children to offer you flowers, to sing or dance.
And finally, I don't like it because generally children are so dirty and poorly dressed that you'd prefer to go to visit HAVING some future plans to develop in the school.
This visit was the compendium of all this, plus a icing on the cake.
The local NGO is implementing in that particular school a project aimed at increase the awareness of the students and the teacher about child and education rights.
Well, not only the children (dirty and poorly dressed) were waiting for us with flowers in a row at lunch time standing under the sun, but then they sang, played and three of them danced.
One of the dancer, one of those whom should be aware of her right as a children and a student, was forced, by one of these teachers formed in child and students rights, to dance even if sick.
For us. The ones who perhaps were coming with money.
Rights relativity.
There is a party alliance that call for a ten day national strike to prevent the election.
The situation is very complicated, I'm a swot in political analysis and I can't tell which ones are the good and the bad ones. If they are any.
Anyway, we planned a visit in the countryside (we call them 'missions'...jerk...) and to avoid the strike, which in Nepal means that all the streets and road are blocked by a yelling crowd, we went during the weekend.
We drove for seven hours, we spoke with some people, we met an NGO acting in the area, we slept in a tiny freezing room on a harder than wood mattress and, as usual, they brought us to visit a school.
I don't like to visit schools.
Especially if, as in this case, you do not have any plan to work with this particular school.
I don't like it because you always bring with you a high expectation...
"Oh!, the foreigners are coming! We are safe! We will finally have water, electricity, a computer and internet. We will not be isolated in this country side Nepalese mountain freezing village"
Then, I don't like it because they always use children to offer you flowers, to sing or dance.
And finally, I don't like it because generally children are so dirty and poorly dressed that you'd prefer to go to visit HAVING some future plans to develop in the school.
This visit was the compendium of all this, plus a icing on the cake.
The local NGO is implementing in that particular school a project aimed at increase the awareness of the students and the teacher about child and education rights.
Well, not only the children (dirty and poorly dressed) were waiting for us with flowers in a row at lunch time standing under the sun, but then they sang, played and three of them danced.
One of the dancer, one of those whom should be aware of her right as a children and a student, was forced, by one of these teachers formed in child and students rights, to dance even if sick.
For us. The ones who perhaps were coming with money.
Rights relativity.
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| The sick one is the one on the right almost fainting |
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