Transportation strike- again!!!

Well, one more time we have a strike here in Bolivia. This time it's the buses, taxis and all the public transport. The buses block the main street and intersections, so nothing is basically working anymore. To be honest, I am not even really sure, why they are striking?! More money maybe? Or shorter work hours? I don't know. They always strike if they want something. It's almost part of the daily life here. They said it's gonna last for 48 hours, but most probably there will be transport again the latest tomorrow. Because which taxi driver can afford to loose a 2 days wage?

Buses blocking the roads

I managed to get up early today. At 7 a.m. Like I said, Cornelia was supposed to arrive from La Paz at 6 a.m. this morning on the bus, but she didn't becaue of the strikes. But Hernan promised to take me to a park early this morning (he wants to help me get up early, I think:-)). He was supposed to be here at 8 a.m. but because there is no transport, he has to walk the 4 km from his house to mine. So he'll be a bit late. But it was actually nice to get up early. The air is still fresh and clear and the sun is already out.

Yesterday I was really upset over one of the old nurses in the hospital. After my opinion, she doesn't treat the kids very well. There was this one girl, her name is Cristal and she is 3 years old. She just got out of surgery and was in the process of waking up. She was screaming, which I think is quite normal for a little girl that just had surgery, doesn't have her parents there and is in pain. I think I would do the same. Anyway the nurse was threting her several times, that if she wouldn't stop making noise and not be quite instantly, she would give her a shot right into her nose and that would hurt. I was getting really upset and felt so sorry for this little girl. I told the nurse, that she was in pain and the nurse just said: well, we don't have anything to give her. Which I knew isn't true. They always have some stock of medication, because most of the kids come from very poor families that can't even afford to buy basic medicine. But some nurses, for whatever strange reason, don't want to use it. So I went to ask the doctor for a presciption so I could get her some painmedication. After half an hour she was happily chatting along with me and painting in a book. And free of pain.

Cristal




Well, so much for now. Have a great day!