... and indeed for the ears and the fingers ...
And bows with shell beads below to turn Sabrina .
The bows are made of 15 / o seed beads and Miyuki, as always, all processed with real 925 sterling.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
What Cymbal Stands Do I Need
yet beautiful (a) nell what to ...
... and indeed for the ears and the fingers ...
And bows with shell beads below to turn Sabrina .
The bows are made of 15 / o seed beads and Miyuki, as always, all processed with real 925 sterling.
... and indeed for the ears and the fingers ...
And bows with shell beads below to turn Sabrina .
The bows are made of 15 / o seed beads and Miyuki, as always, all processed with real 925 sterling.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Polaris Indy Dial Adjust Rear Suspension
long time I have not posted ...
... I've also done a long time nothing ... I miss my burner, but at least I'll be a little bit for threading. Here is a chain in the style of Chanel :-) Now I know why they are so expensive and the Ösenbiegen Zusammmenhängen of the items is a crazy work ... But Madame Coco would certainly be pleased with me.
As an adjunct to spin Twinkle Sabine Lippert trytobead ...
... Häkelkugeln from 11 / o Charlottes ...
... the beaded bead is a mishmash of different instructions.
As always, all real silver, the beads are shell beads.
And then two plays Queen of Hearts by Sabine Lippert trytobead.
A beautiful guide for advanced, even for me sometimes a challenge. really was fun and tomorrow I have to buy absolutely Fire Line, here come more of them!
... I've also done a long time nothing ... I miss my burner, but at least I'll be a little bit for threading. Here is a chain in the style of Chanel :-) Now I know why they are so expensive and the Ösenbiegen Zusammmenhängen of the items is a crazy work ... But Madame Coco would certainly be pleased with me. 
As an adjunct to spin Twinkle Sabine Lippert trytobead ... 
... Häkelkugeln from 11 / o Charlottes ...
... the beaded bead is a mishmash of different instructions. 
As always, all real silver, the beads are shell beads.
And then two plays Queen of Hearts by Sabine Lippert trytobead.
A beautiful guide for advanced, even for me sometimes a challenge. really was fun and tomorrow I have to buy absolutely Fire Line, here come more of them!
Friday, February 18, 2011
4187 For German Badge
Bolivian Diary (Part 4): The people may hold court
(Thueringer Allgemeine of 02/17/2011)
By Paul-Joseph Rough
the Indians in Bolivia is granted, according to oral tradition centuries old rules of justice. Banishment from the community and the whip are popular terms for the offenses.
There is no joy in Bolivia to be president. If the people unhappy, it is building barricades, making a revolt and chasing the President shall - most recently as eight years ago. The sequel was more or less voluntarily after one and a half years.
He brought the campesinos, in democracy. They were given posts in government service, could say and govern. But so little Morales Party, the Movement to Socialism, a party in the Western sense, but a coalition of unions and social initiatives, as little is democracy in a Western sense.
She is a direct democracy. It feeds on mood reports of the initiatives, neighborhood committees and unions.
to the bill, barricades prevented the establishment has become a kind of popular sport. What in the sporting public will not quite succeed. Will be taken by Bolivia, the most exciting experiment in the world: a socialism with a democratic face, a slow parting of economic liberalism. Whether this can succeed in one of the poorest countries in the world? Does democracy also different from Western-style? Or it suggests how to most in South America, dictatorship? On the outline of the footbal field hundreds of villagers had brought folding chairs to sit on. You look at the waters of the mighty Lake Titicaca, the mighty mountains of the Cordillera, on the other side, on potato-beds and water plants. Perched on a mound, the other half of the meeting, looking at the village Huatajata. They all wear hats, white and light blue, women, brown and black men. It might be called an idyll: the colorful costumes, the gently rippled waters of Lake Titicaca. But tourists are far and wide to be seen. And idylls tend to be deceptive.
So take the village and holds court. On the shore of the lake, it debated the beautiful lake house that belongs Victor Hugo Carden and his wife. Card was 15 years ago, the first Indian Vice-President of Bolivia. When he recently fought against the new Constitution, and thus against the socialist government, he said that under the hand of a public enemy.
I'm afraid. You tried to kill my family, had told Card to a visit to the city government of La Paz, they have burned my house in the country. The house still stands, the windows are smashed, the devastated areas, the walls daubed with slogans Property of the people! House of the Third Age to hinting that this will set up the village meeting, a retirement home. A nursing home? In a village community in which the family is sacred and the old will never be deported?
The village assembly decide on the sports field at the lake, take away Cardener the house. not adjust to us, some say softly. We need the land, say the officials, they point to the times of the landowner and explain, Cards' house had arrived illegally in his possession. With the house, the village will immediately confiscate the associated lands.
In the case of card has the sports field assembly is not the last word, the case probably comes before a court probably independent judges. They will have to decide on the expropriation.
When the village meets and depends on a citizen, is the exclusion from the community, the banishment from the homeland, a popular punishment, another the whip. The mayor is also the sheriff of the village. He carries a whip around the shoulder as a sign of power, adorned with feathers in shades of Bolivia - and with some white feathers to make a statement: I am not corrupt!
If one is lying or stealing in the village, the mayor proposes to his whip, spontaneous three blows to the legs. As he talks about it, he demonstrates how to whip swinging, singing: He takes her by the shoulder and beating the air with the air of the powerful, the authority has - with a slight smile of satisfaction. He is visibly proud.
Each village has its own assembly, its own law. The governor of Sucre, the capital, speaks of chicken thieves who are going to the collar, only chicken thieves, nothing serious. So we solve small problems quickly, cheaply. We do not need expensive processes. Whether there is also the death penalty?, We ask the governor. No, he says. The majority speaks in a village of just punishment, as a fine, expand the school to be able to work or to the community.
But in a small city in Bolivia, the residents have made short work of pickpockets. They dragged the thieves on the sports ground and lit it. Two died. There was no due process does not exist. Indigenous Justice justified in the city of the murderer. That's it.
In the mountains near the Chilean border, where they like to smuggle cars, police officers took too much time on his hand and threatened the villagers with ads. They were summarily killed. There was a process it before. Judged to be in the villages sometimes quickly, and in any case for other morality than those found with the general Human rights based sets. Lake Titicaca has been a bad hand in the Justice of the village, not from the area, lives alone and is not too hard. For, as saying the powerful secretary of the union, who are something you have to be healthy, hard-working, married and one of us. And corrupt, it may not be.
Bolivian president is an Indian, but he has no wife and two illegitimate children. The authorities of Lake Titicaca twitch briefly with his eyes when the conversation turns to the President. The man with the whip, says: In the big city may well be a single, and added menacingly: But he must be good. If he is not good, be we throw him out if he is president or not. Evo, our president knows not just what it means to have children and a woman.
In La Paz you can see near the doll market at some lights, they have a rope around his neck and a bowed head. So it goes as thieves, and a notice that they were hung around his neck. In the Indian city of Alto on the cold plateau near La Paz, the dolls hang by the dozen. They hang for months. None of them is decreasing.
The trip organized by the Federal Agency for Civic Education, in its Project America Latina recalls 200 to the liberation of South America from colonial rule. 
(Thueringer Allgemeine of 02/17/2011)
By Paul-Joseph Rough
the Indians in Bolivia is granted, according to oral tradition centuries old rules of justice. Banishment from the community and the whip are popular terms for the offenses.
There is no joy in Bolivia to be president. If the people unhappy, it is building barricades, making a revolt and chasing the President shall - most recently as eight years ago. The sequel was more or less voluntarily after one and a half years.
He brought the campesinos, in democracy. They were given posts in government service, could say and govern. But so little Morales Party, the Movement to Socialism, a party in the Western sense, but a coalition of unions and social initiatives, as little is democracy in a Western sense.
She is a direct democracy. It feeds on mood reports of the initiatives, neighborhood committees and unions.
to the bill, barricades prevented the establishment has become a kind of popular sport. What in the sporting public will not quite succeed. Will be taken by Bolivia, the most exciting experiment in the world: a socialism with a democratic face, a slow parting of economic liberalism. Whether this can succeed in one of the poorest countries in the world? Does democracy also different from Western-style? Or it suggests how to most in South America, dictatorship? On the outline of the footbal field hundreds of villagers had brought folding chairs to sit on. You look at the waters of the mighty Lake Titicaca, the mighty mountains of the Cordillera, on the other side, on potato-beds and water plants. Perched on a mound, the other half of the meeting, looking at the village Huatajata. They all wear hats, white and light blue, women, brown and black men. It might be called an idyll: the colorful costumes, the gently rippled waters of Lake Titicaca. But tourists are far and wide to be seen. And idylls tend to be deceptive.
So take the village and holds court. On the shore of the lake, it debated the beautiful lake house that belongs Victor Hugo Carden and his wife. Card was 15 years ago, the first Indian Vice-President of Bolivia. When he recently fought against the new Constitution, and thus against the socialist government, he said that under the hand of a public enemy.
I'm afraid. You tried to kill my family, had told Card to a visit to the city government of La Paz, they have burned my house in the country. The house still stands, the windows are smashed, the devastated areas, the walls daubed with slogans Property of the people! House of the Third Age to hinting that this will set up the village meeting, a retirement home. A nursing home? In a village community in which the family is sacred and the old will never be deported?
The village assembly decide on the sports field at the lake, take away Cardener the house. not adjust to us, some say softly. We need the land, say the officials, they point to the times of the landowner and explain, Cards' house had arrived illegally in his possession. With the house, the village will immediately confiscate the associated lands.
In the case of card has the sports field assembly is not the last word, the case probably comes before a court probably independent judges. They will have to decide on the expropriation.
When the village meets and depends on a citizen, is the exclusion from the community, the banishment from the homeland, a popular punishment, another the whip. The mayor is also the sheriff of the village. He carries a whip around the shoulder as a sign of power, adorned with feathers in shades of Bolivia - and with some white feathers to make a statement: I am not corrupt!
If one is lying or stealing in the village, the mayor proposes to his whip, spontaneous three blows to the legs. As he talks about it, he demonstrates how to whip swinging, singing: He takes her by the shoulder and beating the air with the air of the powerful, the authority has - with a slight smile of satisfaction. He is visibly proud.
Each village has its own assembly, its own law. The governor of Sucre, the capital, speaks of chicken thieves who are going to the collar, only chicken thieves, nothing serious. So we solve small problems quickly, cheaply. We do not need expensive processes. Whether there is also the death penalty?, We ask the governor. No, he says. The majority speaks in a village of just punishment, as a fine, expand the school to be able to work or to the community.
But in a small city in Bolivia, the residents have made short work of pickpockets. They dragged the thieves on the sports ground and lit it. Two died. There was no due process does not exist. Indigenous Justice justified in the city of the murderer. That's it.
In the mountains near the Chilean border, where they like to smuggle cars, police officers took too much time on his hand and threatened the villagers with ads. They were summarily killed. There was a process it before. Judged to be in the villages sometimes quickly, and in any case for other morality than those found with the general Human rights based sets. Lake Titicaca has been a bad hand in the Justice of the village, not from the area, lives alone and is not too hard. For, as saying the powerful secretary of the union, who are something you have to be healthy, hard-working, married and one of us. And corrupt, it may not be.
Bolivian president is an Indian, but he has no wife and two illegitimate children. The authorities of Lake Titicaca twitch briefly with his eyes when the conversation turns to the President. The man with the whip, says: In the big city may well be a single, and added menacingly: But he must be good. If he is not good, be we throw him out if he is president or not. Evo, our president knows not just what it means to have children and a woman.
In La Paz you can see near the doll market at some lights, they have a rope around his neck and a bowed head. So it goes as thieves, and a notice that they were hung around his neck. In the Indian city of Alto on the cold plateau near La Paz, the dolls hang by the dozen. They hang for months. None of them is decreasing.
The trip organized by the Federal Agency for Civic Education, in its Project America Latina recalls 200 to the liberation of South America from colonial rule.
Friday, February 11, 2011
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Bolivian Diary (Part 2): The children of Potosi
(Thueringer Allgemeine of 02/05/2011 )
By Paul-Joseph Rough
In Sucre, the capital of Bolivia live, the people who came to the silver of Potosí to wealth. The presidential palace was proud of the first part of the Bolivian diary with the governor, who was a year ago as a farmer of the village street. Of a road from Sucre to Potosi overcomes the silver mine. This is the wealth of the poor Andean country.
Potosí. At the entrance to hell three children playing about eight or nine years old. They play on a gray place, just five feet square, they're right corner scored in the dust jump for the gold medal and wear a wide brimmed hat that protects them from the sun. In addition to their playground has
brackish A narrow water channel in the brown stone milled, before Hüpfkasten is an abandoned wheelbarrow, with the stones and rubble to be removed, the piling up next door. A dog is dozing on the rocks, looking at the valley with its huts and small houses, on corrugated iron, mud brick, a dozen trees and a few pubs. Everything is gray, gray or brown, just a touch of green, a red piece of laundry on a line, balancing among the working wheelbarrows, that's all colorful, nature is turned to stone, crumbled to dust.
It is cold, everything is cold. The playground is located in thin air, 4,200 feet high on the slope of a mountain with a rounded tip. The In their native Quechua language, call it the Holy Mountain. This sounds like a joke, it is unlikely to be an unholy place where people will be staying voluntarily. Potosí, World Heritage Sites in Bolivia, is the gateway to hell.
million workers will be killed in the mine
But this hell in the Andes, in the former empire of the Incas, makes wealthy in a country where the poor is nothing else planned. In this hell is silver, silver so much that the English conquerors were blinded by greed. A bridge of silver could be built from Potosí to Madrid, boasted the colonial masters. Some 50,000 tons of silver are in almost five hundred Jahren aus dem Berg gefördert worden sein, noch doppelt so viel soll der Berg verbergen.
Man könnte auch eine Brücke aus den Knochen der Arbeiter bauen, erwiderten die Einheimischen, die Sklaven der Herren aus Europa. Zehn Millionen sollen in den Jahrhunderten der Kolonisation hier umgekommen sein, erschlagen im Stein oder erfroren in der eisigen Luft oder verzehrt von der Arbeit oder vergiftet vom Quecksilber, mit dem das Silber vom Stein getrennt wird.
Als die spanischen Eroberer vertrieben waren und Bolivien eine Republik wurde, ging es den Arbeitern noch schlechter. Die Spanier hatten ihnen wenigstens noch ihr Eigentum gelassen, die neuen Herren, die Großgrundbesitzer, nahmen ihnen alles. Das war vor gut hundert Jahren.
transformed Thirty years ago, the highest city in the world into a ghost town. The Silver prices fell by a record low against the other, the private mine operators gave up as well as the bloated state companies. In addition, let the left-wing government the money fall into a mad pace: Inflation of unimaginable 26 000 percent.
The next, a neoliberal government gave the workers at least a high compensation, so they could leave the hell Potosí. Most bought into the deeper layers of the Andes and are called a coca plantation, they became rich by the cocaine in the leaves, they harvested several times a year and included themselves into cooperatives.
As the silver price rose again, came back and attacked some of the success of the cooperatives, the Cooperativa back. Today, exploiting the workers from themselves, save in the security at the cost of their health care, are not providing for old age and bad days. They create a three-class society of their own accord.
receives ten percent of the profits the cooperative
top are the bosses, including the workers, who go at their own risk in the mountain, earning up to 250 € a week or nothing, and about ten percent of the profits pay to the cooperative. At the end of the scale are Wizard. They are responsible for the worst filth-working, they get a small but fixed wage.
Good fatal accident a dozen workers in each year, some are killed in the explosions of stones, others stumbling drunk in the death. Those who hurt, who is ill, must go. Work is only for the strong there.
We go into one of the numerous tunnels that were blasted into the mountain. The dynamite can be easily purchased in the shops along the road to the mine, it stands next to rubber boots and the lamps that are put on the helmet. Nowhere should be as easy and inexpensive access to explosives.
two or three kilometers long traverse narrow tracks the narrow, slippery tunnels that run through the veins as a single mountain. Loren with the stone is brought to light. Between the walls where the water sparkles in the lamplight, and the fluctuating Loren is barely enough room to get to safety if workers shouting push the cars through the mountain.
The workers all have a thick right cheek. It was and is a brutal work, to endure this with drugs. A dozen coca leaves, now freely available on the market of Potosi is located in the buccal cavity, the saliva turns the leaves into the heady and intoxicating drug, with which one can exploit mountains. Two hours on the effect of the time Coqueda call them. It is a measure of time has become.
The Spaniards wanted to ban the drug, a council was called 450 years ago they: work of the devil. But the silver was the Spaniards more important than the verdict of the church. They discovered that the drug had people work until the collapse.
The Spaniards fled, the coca remained. From nine in the morning until five in the evening they slave away in the mountain. The oldest worker is 65 "He slowly a little tired," they say. The youngest is Walter, at 15, he says, at least. His face betrays the fact that he is much younger.
beer cans and balloons for the devil
Walter still does not have the clumsy hands with thick fingers. He moved the wires in the corners that would otherwise reach any more. He is happy in the world of adults who respect him. Children everywhere are working in the mines, the men talk about it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But actually, they add soft, they do not want their children to be miners, they would rather send them to study.
At the end of the tunnel shines a light that illuminates an altar: a blood-red grimace, to Mardi Gras decorated with streamers, garlands and green balloons, a huge penis, beer cans, cigarette boxes and small plastic bottles with more than 90 percent alcohol, which the Coqueros that coca chewers drink when the effect of the leaves in the thick beam decreases.
The visage adorns each gallery, it is Ttio, the devil, surrounded by local devil-faces, which give the workers a name, Christian name, so just take it. In the mountain ends the power of the church. "Above us are Christians," says Fred, "at the bottom are the devil -. And we must vote mild On Sunday we do not work, then we all go to church." He does not joke. 
(Thueringer Allgemeine of 02/05/2011 )
By Paul-Joseph Rough
In Sucre, the capital of Bolivia live, the people who came to the silver of Potosí to wealth. The presidential palace was proud of the first part of the Bolivian diary with the governor, who was a year ago as a farmer of the village street. Of a road from Sucre to Potosi overcomes the silver mine. This is the wealth of the poor Andean country.
Potosí. At the entrance to hell three children playing about eight or nine years old. They play on a gray place, just five feet square, they're right corner scored in the dust jump for the gold medal and wear a wide brimmed hat that protects them from the sun. In addition to their playground has
brackish A narrow water channel in the brown stone milled, before Hüpfkasten is an abandoned wheelbarrow, with the stones and rubble to be removed, the piling up next door. A dog is dozing on the rocks, looking at the valley with its huts and small houses, on corrugated iron, mud brick, a dozen trees and a few pubs. Everything is gray, gray or brown, just a touch of green, a red piece of laundry on a line, balancing among the working wheelbarrows, that's all colorful, nature is turned to stone, crumbled to dust.
It is cold, everything is cold. The playground is located in thin air, 4,200 feet high on the slope of a mountain with a rounded tip. The In their native Quechua language, call it the Holy Mountain. This sounds like a joke, it is unlikely to be an unholy place where people will be staying voluntarily. Potosí, World Heritage Sites in Bolivia, is the gateway to hell.
million workers will be killed in the mine
But this hell in the Andes, in the former empire of the Incas, makes wealthy in a country where the poor is nothing else planned. In this hell is silver, silver so much that the English conquerors were blinded by greed. A bridge of silver could be built from Potosí to Madrid, boasted the colonial masters. Some 50,000 tons of silver are in almost five hundred Jahren aus dem Berg gefördert worden sein, noch doppelt so viel soll der Berg verbergen.
Man könnte auch eine Brücke aus den Knochen der Arbeiter bauen, erwiderten die Einheimischen, die Sklaven der Herren aus Europa. Zehn Millionen sollen in den Jahrhunderten der Kolonisation hier umgekommen sein, erschlagen im Stein oder erfroren in der eisigen Luft oder verzehrt von der Arbeit oder vergiftet vom Quecksilber, mit dem das Silber vom Stein getrennt wird.
Als die spanischen Eroberer vertrieben waren und Bolivien eine Republik wurde, ging es den Arbeitern noch schlechter. Die Spanier hatten ihnen wenigstens noch ihr Eigentum gelassen, die neuen Herren, die Großgrundbesitzer, nahmen ihnen alles. Das war vor gut hundert Jahren.
transformed Thirty years ago, the highest city in the world into a ghost town. The Silver prices fell by a record low against the other, the private mine operators gave up as well as the bloated state companies. In addition, let the left-wing government the money fall into a mad pace: Inflation of unimaginable 26 000 percent.
The next, a neoliberal government gave the workers at least a high compensation, so they could leave the hell Potosí. Most bought into the deeper layers of the Andes and are called a coca plantation, they became rich by the cocaine in the leaves, they harvested several times a year and included themselves into cooperatives.
As the silver price rose again, came back and attacked some of the success of the cooperatives, the Cooperativa back. Today, exploiting the workers from themselves, save in the security at the cost of their health care, are not providing for old age and bad days. They create a three-class society of their own accord.
receives ten percent of the profits the cooperative
top are the bosses, including the workers, who go at their own risk in the mountain, earning up to 250 € a week or nothing, and about ten percent of the profits pay to the cooperative. At the end of the scale are Wizard. They are responsible for the worst filth-working, they get a small but fixed wage.
Good fatal accident a dozen workers in each year, some are killed in the explosions of stones, others stumbling drunk in the death. Those who hurt, who is ill, must go. Work is only for the strong there.
We go into one of the numerous tunnels that were blasted into the mountain. The dynamite can be easily purchased in the shops along the road to the mine, it stands next to rubber boots and the lamps that are put on the helmet. Nowhere should be as easy and inexpensive access to explosives.
two or three kilometers long traverse narrow tracks the narrow, slippery tunnels that run through the veins as a single mountain. Loren with the stone is brought to light. Between the walls where the water sparkles in the lamplight, and the fluctuating Loren is barely enough room to get to safety if workers shouting push the cars through the mountain.
The workers all have a thick right cheek. It was and is a brutal work, to endure this with drugs. A dozen coca leaves, now freely available on the market of Potosi is located in the buccal cavity, the saliva turns the leaves into the heady and intoxicating drug, with which one can exploit mountains. Two hours on the effect of the time Coqueda call them. It is a measure of time has become.
The Spaniards wanted to ban the drug, a council was called 450 years ago they: work of the devil. But the silver was the Spaniards more important than the verdict of the church. They discovered that the drug had people work until the collapse.
The Spaniards fled, the coca remained. From nine in the morning until five in the evening they slave away in the mountain. The oldest worker is 65 "He slowly a little tired," they say. The youngest is Walter, at 15, he says, at least. His face betrays the fact that he is much younger.
beer cans and balloons for the devil
Walter still does not have the clumsy hands with thick fingers. He moved the wires in the corners that would otherwise reach any more. He is happy in the world of adults who respect him. Children everywhere are working in the mines, the men talk about it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But actually, they add soft, they do not want their children to be miners, they would rather send them to study.
At the end of the tunnel shines a light that illuminates an altar: a blood-red grimace, to Mardi Gras decorated with streamers, garlands and green balloons, a huge penis, beer cans, cigarette boxes and small plastic bottles with more than 90 percent alcohol, which the Coqueros that coca chewers drink when the effect of the leaves in the thick beam decreases.
The visage adorns each gallery, it is Ttio, the devil, surrounded by local devil-faces, which give the workers a name, Christian name, so just take it. In the mountain ends the power of the church. "Above us are Christians," says Fred, "at the bottom are the devil -. And we must vote mild On Sunday we do not work, then we all go to church." He does not joke.
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Bolivian Diary (Part 3): Plan tres mil
(Thüringer Terms of 10/02/2011)
By Paul-Joseph Rough
In the Bolivian city of Santa Cruz will take care of a English bishop, not only the salvation of the population, but also their education and thus to their future.
The children beg. "We are hungry." They embrace Nicolas. He gives them money, they buy bread, not sweet. The children and Nicolas live in slums on the outskirts of Santa Cruz, with a half million inhabitants the largest city in Bolivia.
Nicolas is 75 years old, he comes from Spain, the country that had exploited Bolivia and its people for nearly three centuries. Nicolas Castellanos Franco, his full name, came to help - not the poor, but with the poor. " Building bridges he wants - "from the periphery to the center of society, not vice versa."
Actually, no assistance is required, because poverty and hunger should not prevail in the fruits so rich in natural resources and Bolivia. "When you spread the wealth of Bolivia would like, there would be no more poverty", is also convinced Nicolaus.
The slum is a separate city with Vice-Mayor, 104 districts and a channel to flow into the wastewater. Plan Tres Mil "is the city of the poor, Plan 3000 - so called because 3,000 people after a flood of nearby river were displaced and homeless. Today the city has a hundred times as many.
The city of the poor is more than a settlement of corrugated iron huts, it is full of life. Along the main asphalt road, the only paved road, lined up Internet cafes, motels and restaurants, gas stations, Schneider and car repair shops, hairdressers and a Korean missionary kindergarten, a karaoke bar and cafe-Che-Guevara, a kickboxing studio, playing fields and beautiful houses, surrounded by walls, stuck in the tops of broken glass.
two-thirds of the people in "Plan 3000" are poor, says Nicolas, a third live in poverty. And misery is, hunger, oppression, Violence. Only where Nicolas, lives on the edge of poverty, it is beautiful, even after a European scale: large stone houses, clean parks, flooded by light spaces, a theater, a hospital, a university, study at the 500 young people with a scholarship can and a huge swimming pool, in the coming hot on Sundays a few thousand for a small charge.
Even the poor, not only the rich have a right to beauty, says Nicolas, quoting Dostoevsky: "Only beauty will save the world!"
Nicolas preached for thirteen years as a bishop in Spain Palencia, before the Pope from Poland submitted his resignation. "I wanted not only preach, but to do what I asked in my sermons. As disciples of Jesus for the poor to be there "
He flew twenty years ago from a Catholic country, the land of the former oppressors, another Catholic country, the Land of the Oppressed, which in its structure is still suffering from the consequences, the mind is colonized still.
whether he regretted his departure from Europe? He shakes his head, and it is not even a hint of irony in his voice, when he says: "You have the north of this world is everything that you need to live. But you lack the reason why their lives. Here in America there is this basic, but it lacks all the people to Live on. "Nicolas told of the great solidarity of the poor, beautiful of their festivals and celebrations.
" In Bolivia, one can achieve with little money, "says Nicolas. He collects donations in Spain, hundreds of schools and six cultural centers built throughout in the country, maintains the university. "A country without education is never out of poverty."
We go to the vice-mayor and some politicians. Nicolas will not come. He had left for the old governments nothing for the new, the Indian government can not, because they permit more corruption and drug trafficking than ever before. But "the Church keeps out of the current policy, rightly so;. we are the church with the poor, this is our credibility, greater, there is not "
in the bright space of the community center sit the functionaries of poverty, a committee of people to the electoral victory of indigenous .. say to President Evo Morales had nothing in your party, the MAS, is not a party in the German sense of chairman, party conferences and endless debates, the party of Indians is like this meeting: a mix of officials that has brought the election to office neighborhood groups, trade unions, women's groups, small traders association and social initiatives.
The Assembly is also like a mirror of the poor of Bolivia, the people come from all regions, cultures and ethnic groups. Here you can watch how political consciousness is formed. They have performed in "Plan tres mil" campaign for Evo Morales, they belonged to his party, simply by saying: I belong to - without party membership and membership fee. They got 54 percent of the vote, now they have the say, but little money.
you talk about the future, they talk tough and applaud each other. Eduardo, the vice-mayor, praised Evo Morales, Bolivia's president, who could just stop a riot.
Before Christmas, the President doubled the price of petrol and took this as literally the people to the barricades went back again after Christmas. Eduardo takes the President's protection: "We have bad ministers who do not listen to the people, but we have a good president who knows what the people think." Simple as that
is the local president of MAS-party talks quietly at first, so his name goes down, but combative and loud: "We are against the profits of the capitalists, we will do everything differently."
Jose, the carpenter, wears a Calvin Klein shirt, which came after a well-used clothing collection from Germany to Bolivia. He wants to embrace the German guests prefer: "We thank for their support in the fight, which is also an international is. . We have a great historical opportunity we have to use them, "Everyone is happy and clapping
Juan is representative of the micro-entrepreneur, he is a carpenter." We are against the export of good wood. We are against the capitalists, who get only the good wood. We want to make better business. "
The trip, organized by the Federal Agency for Civic Education, in their project" America Latina 200 remembers "the liberation of South America from colonial rule. 
(Thüringer Terms of 10/02/2011)
By Paul-Joseph Rough
In the Bolivian city of Santa Cruz will take care of a English bishop, not only the salvation of the population, but also their education and thus to their future.
The children beg. "We are hungry." They embrace Nicolas. He gives them money, they buy bread, not sweet. The children and Nicolas live in slums on the outskirts of Santa Cruz, with a half million inhabitants the largest city in Bolivia.
Nicolas is 75 years old, he comes from Spain, the country that had exploited Bolivia and its people for nearly three centuries. Nicolas Castellanos Franco, his full name, came to help - not the poor, but with the poor. " Building bridges he wants - "from the periphery to the center of society, not vice versa."
Actually, no assistance is required, because poverty and hunger should not prevail in the fruits so rich in natural resources and Bolivia. "When you spread the wealth of Bolivia would like, there would be no more poverty", is also convinced Nicolaus.
The slum is a separate city with Vice-Mayor, 104 districts and a channel to flow into the wastewater. Plan Tres Mil "is the city of the poor, Plan 3000 - so called because 3,000 people after a flood of nearby river were displaced and homeless. Today the city has a hundred times as many.
The city of the poor is more than a settlement of corrugated iron huts, it is full of life. Along the main asphalt road, the only paved road, lined up Internet cafes, motels and restaurants, gas stations, Schneider and car repair shops, hairdressers and a Korean missionary kindergarten, a karaoke bar and cafe-Che-Guevara, a kickboxing studio, playing fields and beautiful houses, surrounded by walls, stuck in the tops of broken glass.
two-thirds of the people in "Plan 3000" are poor, says Nicolas, a third live in poverty. And misery is, hunger, oppression, Violence. Only where Nicolas, lives on the edge of poverty, it is beautiful, even after a European scale: large stone houses, clean parks, flooded by light spaces, a theater, a hospital, a university, study at the 500 young people with a scholarship can and a huge swimming pool, in the coming hot on Sundays a few thousand for a small charge.
Even the poor, not only the rich have a right to beauty, says Nicolas, quoting Dostoevsky: "Only beauty will save the world!"
Nicolas preached for thirteen years as a bishop in Spain Palencia, before the Pope from Poland submitted his resignation. "I wanted not only preach, but to do what I asked in my sermons. As disciples of Jesus for the poor to be there "
He flew twenty years ago from a Catholic country, the land of the former oppressors, another Catholic country, the Land of the Oppressed, which in its structure is still suffering from the consequences, the mind is colonized still.
whether he regretted his departure from Europe? He shakes his head, and it is not even a hint of irony in his voice, when he says: "You have the north of this world is everything that you need to live. But you lack the reason why their lives. Here in America there is this basic, but it lacks all the people to Live on. "Nicolas told of the great solidarity of the poor, beautiful of their festivals and celebrations.
" In Bolivia, one can achieve with little money, "says Nicolas. He collects donations in Spain, hundreds of schools and six cultural centers built throughout in the country, maintains the university. "A country without education is never out of poverty."
We go to the vice-mayor and some politicians. Nicolas will not come. He had left for the old governments nothing for the new, the Indian government can not, because they permit more corruption and drug trafficking than ever before. But "the Church keeps out of the current policy, rightly so;. we are the church with the poor, this is our credibility, greater, there is not "
in the bright space of the community center sit the functionaries of poverty, a committee of people to the electoral victory of indigenous .. say to President Evo Morales had nothing in your party, the MAS, is not a party in the German sense of chairman, party conferences and endless debates, the party of Indians is like this meeting: a mix of officials that has brought the election to office neighborhood groups, trade unions, women's groups, small traders association and social initiatives.
The Assembly is also like a mirror of the poor of Bolivia, the people come from all regions, cultures and ethnic groups. Here you can watch how political consciousness is formed. They have performed in "Plan tres mil" campaign for Evo Morales, they belonged to his party, simply by saying: I belong to - without party membership and membership fee. They got 54 percent of the vote, now they have the say, but little money.
you talk about the future, they talk tough and applaud each other. Eduardo, the vice-mayor, praised Evo Morales, Bolivia's president, who could just stop a riot.
Before Christmas, the President doubled the price of petrol and took this as literally the people to the barricades went back again after Christmas. Eduardo takes the President's protection: "We have bad ministers who do not listen to the people, but we have a good president who knows what the people think." Simple as that
is the local president of MAS-party talks quietly at first, so his name goes down, but combative and loud: "We are against the profits of the capitalists, we will do everything differently."
Jose, the carpenter, wears a Calvin Klein shirt, which came after a well-used clothing collection from Germany to Bolivia. He wants to embrace the German guests prefer: "We thank for their support in the fight, which is also an international is. . We have a great historical opportunity we have to use them, "Everyone is happy and clapping
Juan is representative of the micro-entrepreneur, he is a carpenter." We are against the export of good wood. We are against the capitalists, who get only the good wood. We want to make better business. "
The trip, organized by the Federal Agency for Civic Education, in their project" America Latina 200 remembers "the liberation of South America from colonial rule.
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Bolivian Diary (Part 1): The farmer as president
Hat (Thueringer Allgemeine of 01/29/2011)
By Paul-Joseph Rough
socialism, state organized, have a chance? Twenty years ago no one thought of a resurrection of the organized communism. But in South America, the wind shifts. In democratic elections, governments come to power, which borrow their ideals of Karl Marx.
The President is wearing a hat when he enters the conference room, received in the former colonial masters their subjects. He wears a black hat that protects from the heat, a sombrero, the hat of the English colonizers. Wear the hat today the poor people in the highlands of Bolivia.
The President is without socks, put his feet in sandals, in which he went as a farmer of the village street is. He has attracted a colorful coarse cotton shirt, as it carries a poor farmer. The president is Esteban Urquizu Cuellar, he has visited only five years of school, he says. Today he is chief in the capital of Bolivia, in Sucre, a proud city with beautiful homes, has not it surprising that the most powerful people have chosen La Paz, the seat of government. Esteban is governor of Chuquisaca, the Prime Minister of the poorest province in the poorest country in South America. On a sofa in his anteroom farmers sit in the high country, the sooner the palace could possibly see from a distance. Esteban listened to it, he will help them, it is in his power, he says. He is one of them, it shows he has the power, absolute power. His party has the two-thirds majority in the provincial parliament that his party represents the majority of the 25 mayors who - like him - were union leaders.
It shows the pride. For the first time in Bolivian history, the Indians and peasants have taken the local power in the regional and national power. In our new Constitution is clear: Every politician and every official to speak must be two of our languages. I speak Quechua and English.
36 official languages, ie languages of the natives know, the Constitution, must speak at least one of them, who will be selected. The bilingualism of the powerful, the mastery of the ancient languages, the language of the oppressed should be a sign that times have changed. The Indians, who were oppressed for centuries, have the shots, literally. This is the Bolivian brand of socialism, which includes two quotas: The Indians use the levers of power - and half the women of the Indians.
everywhere being female in the parliaments and governments must be half the power. But this is hardly achieve by decree in a society that is male like no other in which a man is a macho, so educated, so self-conscious. Remains mostly the male majority, because the parliaments in the Villages have five seats. Esteban, the provincial president, is 29 years young, and he is proud to be young. The older ones have only the experience, how to steal. He has never learned a trade, never studied. We had no money in our family, he says, I'm intelligent, but I never thought I could be president.
The leader of his party, the president of Bolivia, has he not have expected. With you we do not win here, with you, we never win this province, he called out to him at the last minute and accepts that he may run.
Esteban won with 53 percent and followed a woman who is the sister of his mother, but in other political camps. Now Esteban orders for seven months, the police officers who had been looking for him once, farmers and trade unionists, and persecuted. He leads an administration of which he has no idea. I am a farmer, he says, but it is not impossible. We need to make up five hundred years. But we Indians are the reserves, we still have power and vision. We want to rule, to steal without.
have stolen the powers from him, so he sees it - and not only stolen, but also humiliated and insulted. That's the documentary of a famous Argentinian, who was shot two years ago in Sucre. It is a film that teaches the fear. Campesinos, the poorest of the Poor, beaten by the townspeople of Sucre and threatened with death. The people from the countryside are forced to fall on their knees and kiss the flag of the master-dominant. The white citizens look to the military withdraws, like the police. There lynching of wealthy citizens, including professors of the university.
conspiracy theories quickly circulated. Ordered gangs of thugs are said to have instigated the riot. Bolivia is a country that calls more conspiracies than truths. The citizens, who raced two years ago, the poorest of the city are now the opposition. They have little to say. The few governors and mayors from the opposition, who were elected, gradually lose their office and replaced by pro-government followers. Possible makes it a law by which emit an elected office must have, if the prosecutor is investigating him - long before a judge decides. The prosecutor is under control of the government.
The Indians are all the rules of democratic culture came to power, without manipulation, in the second national election even with a two-thirds majority with which they can change everything - and want to change.
The president is elected by the people of Sucre. With much fear he had taken office, he says, cracking his joints his finger. It was like a test, before you ask: And if I remain seated? He also did not know what to start with all the money he had distributed. He was up late last year from just three quarters of the funding.
But even if he exhausts his budget, he will hardly be able to invest. The vast country is miserably poor, wealthy, only the capital, where he resides and live in as many inhabitants as in Erfurt, a pretty city, World Heritage Site for its well-preserved colonial buildings with the former Jesuit University and its cloisters and the octagonal fountain or cedar altar in the baroque cathedral.
The citizens of Sucre, the merchants and officials have him, not the farmers from the highlands, was elected. So he wants to remember especially those who had not for centuries in the series. He wants the little people, farmers and mini-dealers, insurance companies pay, he is putting into the minds of young people, improve education and send more doctors and medicines to the villages. The doctors are from Cuba. Above all, he
would send water because the rain stays off, dry up the fields. Climate change is against us, "he says.
His first act, he has cut his salary. The presidents before him were given 20 000 Bolivianos a month, it takes only 12,000, which works out at around 1200 €. This is but 15 times of what has, on average, a Bolivian to life.
lies next to him a Blackberry, the hallmark of a modern manager, with whom he can constantly check their email and carry their calendar. Esteban does not read. His secretary handed him a slip of paper, he nods. A delegation of the coca farmers, waiting for him.
The trip organized by the Federal Agency for Civic Education, which currently focuses its work on South America, on the occasion of America Latina 200, the memory of the liberation from colonial rule 200 years ago. 
Hat (Thueringer Allgemeine of 01/29/2011)
By Paul-Joseph Rough
socialism, state organized, have a chance? Twenty years ago no one thought of a resurrection of the organized communism. But in South America, the wind shifts. In democratic elections, governments come to power, which borrow their ideals of Karl Marx.
The President is wearing a hat when he enters the conference room, received in the former colonial masters their subjects. He wears a black hat that protects from the heat, a sombrero, the hat of the English colonizers. Wear the hat today the poor people in the highlands of Bolivia.
The President is without socks, put his feet in sandals, in which he went as a farmer of the village street is. He has attracted a colorful coarse cotton shirt, as it carries a poor farmer. The president is Esteban Urquizu Cuellar, he has visited only five years of school, he says. Today he is chief in the capital of Bolivia, in Sucre, a proud city with beautiful homes, has not it surprising that the most powerful people have chosen La Paz, the seat of government. Esteban is governor of Chuquisaca, the Prime Minister of the poorest province in the poorest country in South America. On a sofa in his anteroom farmers sit in the high country, the sooner the palace could possibly see from a distance. Esteban listened to it, he will help them, it is in his power, he says. He is one of them, it shows he has the power, absolute power. His party has the two-thirds majority in the provincial parliament that his party represents the majority of the 25 mayors who - like him - were union leaders.
It shows the pride. For the first time in Bolivian history, the Indians and peasants have taken the local power in the regional and national power. In our new Constitution is clear: Every politician and every official to speak must be two of our languages. I speak Quechua and English.
36 official languages, ie languages of the natives know, the Constitution, must speak at least one of them, who will be selected. The bilingualism of the powerful, the mastery of the ancient languages, the language of the oppressed should be a sign that times have changed. The Indians, who were oppressed for centuries, have the shots, literally. This is the Bolivian brand of socialism, which includes two quotas: The Indians use the levers of power - and half the women of the Indians.
everywhere being female in the parliaments and governments must be half the power. But this is hardly achieve by decree in a society that is male like no other in which a man is a macho, so educated, so self-conscious. Remains mostly the male majority, because the parliaments in the Villages have five seats. Esteban, the provincial president, is 29 years young, and he is proud to be young. The older ones have only the experience, how to steal. He has never learned a trade, never studied. We had no money in our family, he says, I'm intelligent, but I never thought I could be president.
The leader of his party, the president of Bolivia, has he not have expected. With you we do not win here, with you, we never win this province, he called out to him at the last minute and accepts that he may run.
Esteban won with 53 percent and followed a woman who is the sister of his mother, but in other political camps. Now Esteban orders for seven months, the police officers who had been looking for him once, farmers and trade unionists, and persecuted. He leads an administration of which he has no idea. I am a farmer, he says, but it is not impossible. We need to make up five hundred years. But we Indians are the reserves, we still have power and vision. We want to rule, to steal without.
have stolen the powers from him, so he sees it - and not only stolen, but also humiliated and insulted. That's the documentary of a famous Argentinian, who was shot two years ago in Sucre. It is a film that teaches the fear. Campesinos, the poorest of the Poor, beaten by the townspeople of Sucre and threatened with death. The people from the countryside are forced to fall on their knees and kiss the flag of the master-dominant. The white citizens look to the military withdraws, like the police. There lynching of wealthy citizens, including professors of the university.
conspiracy theories quickly circulated. Ordered gangs of thugs are said to have instigated the riot. Bolivia is a country that calls more conspiracies than truths. The citizens, who raced two years ago, the poorest of the city are now the opposition. They have little to say. The few governors and mayors from the opposition, who were elected, gradually lose their office and replaced by pro-government followers. Possible makes it a law by which emit an elected office must have, if the prosecutor is investigating him - long before a judge decides. The prosecutor is under control of the government.
The Indians are all the rules of democratic culture came to power, without manipulation, in the second national election even with a two-thirds majority with which they can change everything - and want to change.
The president is elected by the people of Sucre. With much fear he had taken office, he says, cracking his joints his finger. It was like a test, before you ask: And if I remain seated? He also did not know what to start with all the money he had distributed. He was up late last year from just three quarters of the funding.
But even if he exhausts his budget, he will hardly be able to invest. The vast country is miserably poor, wealthy, only the capital, where he resides and live in as many inhabitants as in Erfurt, a pretty city, World Heritage Site for its well-preserved colonial buildings with the former Jesuit University and its cloisters and the octagonal fountain or cedar altar in the baroque cathedral.
The citizens of Sucre, the merchants and officials have him, not the farmers from the highlands, was elected. So he wants to remember especially those who had not for centuries in the series. He wants the little people, farmers and mini-dealers, insurance companies pay, he is putting into the minds of young people, improve education and send more doctors and medicines to the villages. The doctors are from Cuba. Above all, he
would send water because the rain stays off, dry up the fields. Climate change is against us, "he says.
His first act, he has cut his salary. The presidents before him were given 20 000 Bolivianos a month, it takes only 12,000, which works out at around 1200 €. This is but 15 times of what has, on average, a Bolivian to life.
lies next to him a Blackberry, the hallmark of a modern manager, with whom he can constantly check their email and carry their calendar. Esteban does not read. His secretary handed him a slip of paper, he nods. A delegation of the coca farmers, waiting for him.
The trip organized by the Federal Agency for Civic Education, which currently focuses its work on South America, on the occasion of America Latina 200, the memory of the liberation from colonial rule 200 years ago.
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