To understand the next post you have an idea of \u200b\u200bthe problem in La Oroya, so I recommend you watch the following video of the Peruvian Society for Environmental Law (SPDA).
O but read an article published in Peru 21, Patricia River. and for more information this post Uterine Marita.
Tuesday at 6
I blame the mike again.
Guilt does not have. I look at my watch and it is 6 o'clock. I look out the window and see the houses Daewoo gray gray of a city in full spring. Nobody knows where they took her, not even my friends SENAMI, something that will annoy my friends meteorologists, and is not "Chunta" or ... "Hmm" - I interrupted my thoughts about spring stolen in Lima, gray, a sound. - Not even move my face, that sound means "please leave" in the culture combined. In our culture com ... Is there combis elsewhere? I move giving a space for you to leave and the boy stands up and moves to the bus corridor. In other circumstances, would use and sit in that seat left by the window, because I love, I love the window, I encata that place, I feel very comfortable, I encata view the scenery and let fly my ideas, my head, let them fly in the air, with a unique freedom. But now, it was about my whereabouts, so let a man, gray, too, sit in my favorite side. We
my whereabouts. As usual a group of young people also get off the bus with me. Red. Looking at my watch again, and it is 6 and 10. "Hopefully that's not so bad" I say aloud to myself. Green. A large group while crossing through the white lines, the pedestrian. All are students, all have class.
over my route and the majority seem to hurry. That brings me to another idea, if you stand on a street or busy street and you look closely you can realize ... "Carnet at hand please guys," I show my card and income. I still have my pass rush, trying to pass people as possible. That certainly reminds me of a game you had to go carts ... I get lost in more ideas and why I am not in my comfortable seat by the window in the Daewoo.
The Catholic is gray too, and I lit some lights. I get to tontódromo, turning right, I'm dodging people what monse old little game carts. Beginning to think I hate being late, I hate being late, I hate being late, if I repeat it several times, but still I am a punctual almost beyond repair. I say almost because I still keep the hopes of at last one day to change. I hope not because that is almost empty and truth can change. I come
Letters from inertia turning right and climbing the stairs. No room number, just know it is a Tuesday at 6 and according to my schedule I have Introduction to geoenvironmental problems of Peru. Look into the room, the door was already closed and they could see the lights, the teacher was already there. A final peek before entering the clock told me it was 6 and 15.
I stood in the doorway a second, take a quick look through the small square window in the door, opened the door and entered. The scene was as it should be, the teacher explaining standing enconraba class using a power point in the right hand holding a small microphone, which I do not understand because it was not put on the shirt - and had left their disposable target vessel which was their coffee, plus a white spoon that was dipped in this. Try not to make noise, although it is difficult if my bag has a ring that makes too much noise, as my mother, like a bell. Some, including the teacher, as usual, turned and turned their eyes to see who was the latecomers. I sat back just did not want to do much melee trying to sit in a seat later as I like, lately, since I entered college. I took a
look at the whole class in search of Daniel and "Gastelú" name that I like to call a friend, both are the only friends I've made my own in college, the other people I talk to are friends of Jocelyn, friend of Hiram Bingham, "or friends prior to my cabbages, or academia. I can see that Roxana - "the Gastelú" - is sitting as usual in the middle of the class, while Daniel is in the front row as well as usual. Then, out of my backpack my notebook and look at one of its little pockets my two pens, one red and one blue, as well as my little pencil (which if I am wrong is the same I used for my entrance examination San Marcos) y un borrador que en los albores de su existencia fue blanco, ahora más bien estaba grisaseo por las borradas y lleno de rayas y dibujitos con lápicero. Ahora luego de todo ese procedimiento me preparo ha internarme en la clase, no sin antes sacar mi celular y buscar la opción "Grabar audio" y empezar a grabar la clase, dejo el celular a un costado. Ahora sí, a internarme.
La clase mantiene entonces casi su misma rutina, los temas son similares a los de clases pasadas, me parece que se repite casi tanto como lo nuevo que aprendemos. Pienso que el curso no esta bien estructurado, pero yo que sé, solo soy un alumno, el profesor es el especialista aqui, quizás su forma de enseñar sea la mejor. Otra vez se escucha del Professor "Boys and went up the power point to the Intranet ..." "In the Intranet may find the slides." "So as I said this all in the Intranet, right?" "And then according to this survey by the Catholic students this year, which by the way for comfort and got on the Intranet. " As well as repeated over and over again but in different ways "in the country's Ministry of Environment is subordinate to the Ministry of Economy," saying that finished just a matter of few minutes to read "that the actions in the middle environment are subordinate to whether or not it is to economic growth. "
Again the teacher gives the example of La Oroya and the problem with the refinery company Doe Run. Again we rejura that will bring a company official to explain to us what happens, again rejuro me that if he come this man, I will study all you can about the problem in La Oroya and, according to my dreams pleasant, I will shatter. But again, as well as being punctual is another one of those things I want, but probably not right. The hands begin to lift, move and shake in the air trying to get attention, requesting permission for the person-the owner, can speak. The teacher selects one is a girl, a jet-black hair and white skin, from the first day I got the feeling to be sensitive, fun and happy but at the same time bossy, possessing a terrible temper that could erupt if the provoke. Maybe mine are just ideas. "But why do people support the company? Why Work Related remain there if they do so much damage?" My anger quickly materialized in the automatic lifting my arm. The teacher notices my hand in the air, but give me a sign to wait and turns to the girl to respond.
We are a group of boys between 16 and 19 years, except perhaps a few exceptions, in a lounge-according to various sources, the best university in the country. Several de nosotros solo en ese salón, tenemos una vida acomodada, una vida llena de lujos incluso. Pensamos en la salida del "finde", en que la próxima clase me siento al lado de ese chico que esta tan "churro", que "está pa' darle", "que está más bueno que el pan calientito por las mañanas con mantequilla", o de esa chica que está "para darle mas vueltas que pollo a la brasa" (y prefiero no seguir con las chicas porque sino ...). Entramos un rato a nuestra laptop la cual llevamos a la "cato" un rato, entramos al msn, nos "llega mal" el examen del viernes de Antropología. Creemos que lo peor que nos podria pasar es que nuestros padres nos castiguen, que nos dejen sin salir, que esa chica nos "chotee" , No longer like us, we end. If this happens we came down, we collapse the world, start crying, we miss a class, my old man total pay, we give a damn about the environment, we are making fake throwing our little pieces of paper trash for recycling, as if enough that we think we did our work day. We care that our clothing is new, unless you have some variety, we will not go with the same clothes every day, they believe that we have no money, we're in the Catholic in the lowest category, or even that we scholarship and not because we are not going to let that happen, whatever we pay 2300 soles a month. We care about the gift to a girlfriend or lover, the names we are gileando, some to fight with their parents because we want to give her 80 soles a week to put the balance of the cell. I could go on and on, and would not stop.
Because in that room, so we are in that class, some more than others, but we are well. How did you find familiar? What also is so in your living room? Yes, it would be rare.
's hard Being so we can understand what is happening back in La Oroya. Being so we dare to understand, to figure out why. Being so we dare to ask "why they support the company?" Thus Daniel tells me they are deciding to die to be protested and took the main road in La Oroya to enlarge them within PAMA. Thus I say that yes, perhaps he is right. Thus the teacher replied saying that the girl is like when you ask the people who ride buses route that are falling apart and they will respond that it does not matter as long as they travel and who entrust themselves to God just , and that's wrong.
Let's say that these people, let's say. I wonder how, with that face, if many of us have not the slightest idea of \u200b\u200bwhat living with real problems beyond the surface problems already mentioned. Some people just have the daily goal of being able to eat, eat something, get the money or how to get food. Doe Run With that play, he knows he can handle and ask the victim, despite his owner, Ira Rennert, is one of the richest men on earth. Although it has said it wants to buy the Palace of Versailles (is able to buy, not like Macchu Pichu to France?). And it is so, so is our country, if some people do not climb on that bus that is falling can lose a job, can quit eating a week and then why you go up? or that, or you risk not go and try to find a way to Work Related, but do you risk it? is difficult to choose, choose the more difficult in real life, some will say that if others do not. In the same way these people work and demand to continue doing so are one of the most polluted cities on the planet , stick it almost equals the podium as the Russian cities.
But then, they have no choice? With my limited knowledge on the subject, being just a regular reader of the "Uterus Marita, listening and reading the odd news and going to my classes of Introduction to the geo-environmental problems in Peru, I think the government is in the chance to speak, and get Doe Run once and for all. And as he passed over from the refinery to another company, which to my knowledge there are several who willingly accept the agreements PAMA-they can provide work somehow.
-Umm, I think someone wanted to intervene here. "I wake up my world the teacher and takes me back to class.
"Oh, yeah, yo. "I say raising my hand slightly.
-Dime.
"Well, these people do not have sufficient resources ...
(...) I look at my watch, it's late, it's almost 6. Be late again. Geo-environmental I have class again and probably almost like a carbon copy repeat what always happens in this class a bit monotonous. Daewoo again, quick step, I hate being late, watching the closed door, sit back even though I like to be ahead, the teacher with a microphone and a glass of hot coffee, the Intranet, the environment subject to the economy, again La Oroya, the teacher who rejura to bring your staff, I rejuro I shatter if you do, with some Luckily someone who asks for support workers to Doe Run, I raised my hand, I llendome to another world in the middle class, me and my dreams. Because they are so, so are my Tuesdays at 6. Be late.
I blame the mike again.
O but read an article published in Peru 21, Patricia River. and for more information this post Uterine Marita.
Tuesday at 6
I blame the mike again.
Guilt does not have. I look at my watch and it is 6 o'clock. I look out the window and see the houses Daewoo gray gray of a city in full spring. Nobody knows where they took her, not even my friends SENAMI, something that will annoy my friends meteorologists, and is not "Chunta" or ... "Hmm" - I interrupted my thoughts about spring stolen in Lima, gray, a sound. - Not even move my face, that sound means "please leave" in the culture combined. In our culture com ... Is there combis elsewhere? I move giving a space for you to leave and the boy stands up and moves to the bus corridor. In other circumstances, would use and sit in that seat left by the window, because I love, I love the window, I encata that place, I feel very comfortable, I encata view the scenery and let fly my ideas, my head, let them fly in the air, with a unique freedom. But now, it was about my whereabouts, so let a man, gray, too, sit in my favorite side. We
my whereabouts. As usual a group of young people also get off the bus with me. Red. Looking at my watch again, and it is 6 and 10. "Hopefully that's not so bad" I say aloud to myself. Green. A large group while crossing through the white lines, the pedestrian. All are students, all have class.
over my route and the majority seem to hurry. That brings me to another idea, if you stand on a street or busy street and you look closely you can realize ... "Carnet at hand please guys," I show my card and income. I still have my pass rush, trying to pass people as possible. That certainly reminds me of a game you had to go carts ... I get lost in more ideas and why I am not in my comfortable seat by the window in the Daewoo.
The Catholic is gray too, and I lit some lights. I get to tontódromo, turning right, I'm dodging people what monse old little game carts. Beginning to think I hate being late, I hate being late, I hate being late, if I repeat it several times, but still I am a punctual almost beyond repair. I say almost because I still keep the hopes of at last one day to change. I hope not because that is almost empty and truth can change. I come
Letters from inertia turning right and climbing the stairs. No room number, just know it is a Tuesday at 6 and according to my schedule I have Introduction to geoenvironmental problems of Peru. Look into the room, the door was already closed and they could see the lights, the teacher was already there. A final peek before entering the clock told me it was 6 and 15.
I stood in the doorway a second, take a quick look through the small square window in the door, opened the door and entered. The scene was as it should be, the teacher explaining standing enconraba class using a power point in the right hand holding a small microphone, which I do not understand because it was not put on the shirt - and had left their disposable target vessel which was their coffee, plus a white spoon that was dipped in this. Try not to make noise, although it is difficult if my bag has a ring that makes too much noise, as my mother, like a bell. Some, including the teacher, as usual, turned and turned their eyes to see who was the latecomers. I sat back just did not want to do much melee trying to sit in a seat later as I like, lately, since I entered college. I took a
look at the whole class in search of Daniel and "Gastelú" name that I like to call a friend, both are the only friends I've made my own in college, the other people I talk to are friends of Jocelyn, friend of Hiram Bingham, "or friends prior to my cabbages, or academia. I can see that Roxana - "the Gastelú" - is sitting as usual in the middle of the class, while Daniel is in the front row as well as usual. Then, out of my backpack my notebook and look at one of its little pockets my two pens, one red and one blue, as well as my little pencil (which if I am wrong is the same I used for my entrance examination San Marcos) y un borrador que en los albores de su existencia fue blanco, ahora más bien estaba grisaseo por las borradas y lleno de rayas y dibujitos con lápicero. Ahora luego de todo ese procedimiento me preparo ha internarme en la clase, no sin antes sacar mi celular y buscar la opción "Grabar audio" y empezar a grabar la clase, dejo el celular a un costado. Ahora sí, a internarme.
La clase mantiene entonces casi su misma rutina, los temas son similares a los de clases pasadas, me parece que se repite casi tanto como lo nuevo que aprendemos. Pienso que el curso no esta bien estructurado, pero yo que sé, solo soy un alumno, el profesor es el especialista aqui, quizás su forma de enseñar sea la mejor. Otra vez se escucha del Professor "Boys and went up the power point to the Intranet ..." "In the Intranet may find the slides." "So as I said this all in the Intranet, right?" "And then according to this survey by the Catholic students this year, which by the way for comfort and got on the Intranet. " As well as repeated over and over again but in different ways "in the country's Ministry of Environment is subordinate to the Ministry of Economy," saying that finished just a matter of few minutes to read "that the actions in the middle environment are subordinate to whether or not it is to economic growth. "
Again the teacher gives the example of La Oroya and the problem with the refinery company Doe Run. Again we rejura that will bring a company official to explain to us what happens, again rejuro me that if he come this man, I will study all you can about the problem in La Oroya and, according to my dreams pleasant, I will shatter. But again, as well as being punctual is another one of those things I want, but probably not right. The hands begin to lift, move and shake in the air trying to get attention, requesting permission for the person-the owner, can speak. The teacher selects one is a girl, a jet-black hair and white skin, from the first day I got the feeling to be sensitive, fun and happy but at the same time bossy, possessing a terrible temper that could erupt if the provoke. Maybe mine are just ideas. "But why do people support the company? Why Work Related remain there if they do so much damage?" My anger quickly materialized in the automatic lifting my arm. The teacher notices my hand in the air, but give me a sign to wait and turns to the girl to respond.
We are a group of boys between 16 and 19 years, except perhaps a few exceptions, in a lounge-according to various sources, the best university in the country. Several de nosotros solo en ese salón, tenemos una vida acomodada, una vida llena de lujos incluso. Pensamos en la salida del "finde", en que la próxima clase me siento al lado de ese chico que esta tan "churro", que "está pa' darle", "que está más bueno que el pan calientito por las mañanas con mantequilla", o de esa chica que está "para darle mas vueltas que pollo a la brasa" (y prefiero no seguir con las chicas porque sino ...). Entramos un rato a nuestra laptop la cual llevamos a la "cato" un rato, entramos al msn, nos "llega mal" el examen del viernes de Antropología. Creemos que lo peor que nos podria pasar es que nuestros padres nos castiguen, que nos dejen sin salir, que esa chica nos "chotee" , No longer like us, we end. If this happens we came down, we collapse the world, start crying, we miss a class, my old man total pay, we give a damn about the environment, we are making fake throwing our little pieces of paper trash for recycling, as if enough that we think we did our work day. We care that our clothing is new, unless you have some variety, we will not go with the same clothes every day, they believe that we have no money, we're in the Catholic in the lowest category, or even that we scholarship and not because we are not going to let that happen, whatever we pay 2300 soles a month. We care about the gift to a girlfriend or lover, the names we are gileando, some to fight with their parents because we want to give her 80 soles a week to put the balance of the cell. I could go on and on, and would not stop.
Because in that room, so we are in that class, some more than others, but we are well. How did you find familiar? What also is so in your living room? Yes, it would be rare.
's hard Being so we can understand what is happening back in La Oroya. Being so we dare to understand, to figure out why. Being so we dare to ask "why they support the company?" Thus Daniel tells me they are deciding to die to be protested and took the main road in La Oroya to enlarge them within PAMA. Thus I say that yes, perhaps he is right. Thus the teacher replied saying that the girl is like when you ask the people who ride buses route that are falling apart and they will respond that it does not matter as long as they travel and who entrust themselves to God just , and that's wrong.
Let's say that these people, let's say. I wonder how, with that face, if many of us have not the slightest idea of \u200b\u200bwhat living with real problems beyond the surface problems already mentioned. Some people just have the daily goal of being able to eat, eat something, get the money or how to get food. Doe Run With that play, he knows he can handle and ask the victim, despite his owner, Ira Rennert, is one of the richest men on earth. Although it has said it wants to buy the Palace of Versailles (is able to buy, not like Macchu Pichu to France?). And it is so, so is our country, if some people do not climb on that bus that is falling can lose a job, can quit eating a week and then why you go up? or that, or you risk not go and try to find a way to Work Related, but do you risk it? is difficult to choose, choose the more difficult in real life, some will say that if others do not. In the same way these people work and demand to continue doing so are one of the most polluted cities on the planet , stick it almost equals the podium as the Russian cities.
But then, they have no choice? With my limited knowledge on the subject, being just a regular reader of the "Uterus Marita, listening and reading the odd news and going to my classes of Introduction to the geo-environmental problems in Peru, I think the government is in the chance to speak, and get Doe Run once and for all. And as he passed over from the refinery to another company, which to my knowledge there are several who willingly accept the agreements PAMA-they can provide work somehow.
-Umm, I think someone wanted to intervene here. "I wake up my world the teacher and takes me back to class.
"Oh, yeah, yo. "I say raising my hand slightly.
-Dime.
"Well, these people do not have sufficient resources ...
(...) I look at my watch, it's late, it's almost 6. Be late again. Geo-environmental I have class again and probably almost like a carbon copy repeat what always happens in this class a bit monotonous. Daewoo again, quick step, I hate being late, watching the closed door, sit back even though I like to be ahead, the teacher with a microphone and a glass of hot coffee, the Intranet, the environment subject to the economy, again La Oroya, the teacher who rejura to bring your staff, I rejuro I shatter if you do, with some Luckily someone who asks for support workers to Doe Run, I raised my hand, I llendome to another world in the middle class, me and my dreams. Because they are so, so are my Tuesdays at 6. Be late.
I blame the mike again.
