A strange thing happened last week. Strange things happen to me on a daily basis, but this was really strange: I realized that people actually read my blog. Turns out, in order to keep your readership interested you don‘t actually have to tell them about the public transport system or the corruption in Honduras, just tell them you have digestive problem and they are digging for more! Anyway, I appreciate the follows and likes, although I must confess that I‘m slightly freaked out by it (meaning, I probably won‘t be talking about crap that much anymore)! This post is going to be different. You are probably not going to notice it, but I‘m telling you it is, so you have to believe me. I want to start off by telling you about three things I have experienced here in Honduras that I never have in Europe.
First of all, two weeks ago I spent an entire day in Chiminike (check out my earlier article on the project here) – not playing with the children, but doing a massive sack race with the other museum guides. Granted, I‘ve never been in a bag with seven other people, let alone tried to get forward!
Another thing I did, was explaining the water cycle in Spanish. I have never explained the water cycle before – not in German, not in French, not in English, not in Spanish. But the way I figure it, everybody should put that on their bucket list. Evaporación-Condensación-Precipitación (I‘m doing educational posts now)!
And number three, being stuck in a lift with twelve other people with a non-functioning alarm, no cell reception and slowly dying air-conditioning. You see, the danger I face in „the world‘s most dangerous country“ is more apparent in a guarded building than on the streets!
To put it short, there may be a lot of terrible things happening, but everyday there‘s laughter and hugs and people helping each other – there‘s nature and blue skies and rain forests, and the world is not all bad. It‘s hard to keep that in mind sometimes. Especially when you drive past mansions that coexist side by side with card board houses, not even a street between them, just wall against wall, world against world, it‘s a perversion that makes me want to scream. But, and it‘s a big one, there is a quote by Hank Green that I‘m trying never to forget:
„I‘m just trying to remember that the world is a good place and that the number of hugs per gun shot victim is very very high.“
We need more optimism is what I believe. No, things are not going to be alright by tomorrow morning. Nor will there be a massive turn of events by the end of next week. And of course it‘s an utopia to believe that some day Honduras (or the world) will be promised land. But if Doctor Who has taught me anything it‘s that „nothing is impossible, just highly unlikely“. I care and I have met so many people who care, who volunteer in projects, who want to become teachers in public schools or journalists – and as long as there‘s someone who cares, nothing is doomed. There is no point in trying to build a future no one believes in, so, please, count the hugs not the murders, count the stars and not the bodies.
That‘s it, I‘m done preaching to you! One last thing I want to share is how I only have four months left in Honduras. I need so much more! I don‘t understand how the people here can be this loving and patient and good to someone they hardly know at all. And I love them in spite of them constantly laughing at my accent! And I love this ugly city for it‘s differentness and I love the dancing despite it being about as vulgar as can be. I‘m taking it all in and I just don‘t want to let any of it go. It‘s a strange thing, because four months is nothing and YOLO suddenly turns into Carpe Diem and suddenly it makes so much sense not to over think my actions. It is both beautiful and sad, and it is living on a prayer that this life here may last forever. It‘s a doomed love story, the one of Honduras and me, but my heart is set on this place!