admin wrote:Greg and Futa were made for each other. The wonder of Futa is that no one cares if you understand them, or they understand you. All the same, and everyone has time. One of the best places to learn Spanish. Some old guy will sit there and talk to you all day, and not care if either of you understand a single word.
As Greg would say in his hopeful Spanish, "Exactamito awesomito!" ("ito" at the end of any English word making it Spanish in his mind)
However, I suspect patience will wear thin, and it is important that we make a SERIOUS effort to learn the language better. Charles can tell you that his Wife even has trouble understanding some folks here, and she is Chilean. So, we grapple along. The one thing about this disaster is that language does not define it. People are not divided or isolated by language in times of need. A wave of acknowledgment, a hug, a handshake, a shovel on your neighbors sidewalk, you know the drill.
That leads me to this thought.....we are in a unique position here in Futa. We can drive to Esquel for food, and gas. While we live frugally, and aren't wealthy by any stretch of the imagination...we are certainly not in the same position as the people of Futa find themselves in. They depend on their subsistence living and on tourism (which is only about three months a year). Let me put it like this...
How can Bosque, our landlord live when he has no pension at 69, or 70. Before he depended on other Futans who derived their incomes from tourist season, and farming, to supplement his income by digging their potatoes during season and renting out this cabin. ( We pay 70,000 peso a month). The potato farmers will not have income from tourism to fund their potato fields, and the potato fields are under mounds of clay slurry. The rivers - will there be good rivers for rafting and fishing? Even so, who will come under a cloud of disaster, a chance the volcano may go again, and again and again. And how will they get here? The trickle down and out effect is tremendous. All of the internets are closed here, so unless you have an account privately, there is no way to send emails or get news out. Well, cell phones, I suppose. What was once offered by nature, grazing, fruits, grains, and fresh water are not available. So people have to BUY those things to sustain their animals, and hence, themselves. Few folks ever paid for eggs, or veggies or herbs. And they trade for things, and dry apples, and meat and make jams, and their own bread.
"Water is back on, but here is the warning:
Ante la emergencia viviendo, debernos indicarle que el agua que se esta entregando en la red de distribucion de ESSAL, NO es potable.
EN NINGUN CASO SE DEBE BEBER.
No puede ser utilizada para la preparacion de alimentos, tanto para persona como para animales.
Se recommenda no utilizarta para el lavado de platos or articulos en donde se preparan alimentos.
SOLO PUEDE SE UTILIZADA PARA LA DESCARGA ESTANQUES DE BANOS.
So, my rose-colored glasses of the situation is just that. It is not the view from a Futan's eyes, or reality. All that is happening here is not so disruptive to me, because I have means to circumvent the discomfort. They do not. I am ashamed of some of my "happy posts" during this disaster. A family member of some evacuees from Futa tells us his family cannot afford to rent a place in Puerto Montt because they want too much...how much is too much when you have lived your whole life not paying rent? When your income is the eggs your hens produce or the meat your cows will provide next year as a hedge for your winter needs? Doesn't matter, it's more than they can manage. They are afraid to come back and have their children in this situation and the elderly cannot manage without the younger generation, so they left with them.
As I said though, Futa will survive, how it will look in five or ten years depends much on how the rest of Chile values a place like this. As a Treasure, or an Opportunity? Or possibly both. I have not met one single person, of all the wonderful people here from other parts of Chile, here helping out in this situation, who had heard of Futaleufu before. With even the ash fall, and slurry, and rain and impending doom that surrounds this place, they love it, and the people. A great testament to what this place is all about.
I must go and dig another trench out back to divert the clay water out back so it doesn't come in the place. I would wake Greg, but he has a mission tomorrow and needs to be rested. I on the other hand, can lollygag around with my chicken feed willy nilly!
And so it goes,
Vicki
(I can't help it, but my Dad always said, it's better to be "Lolly gagging, than to be Gaggin Lolly." Forgive me for that, it's from the guy who used to say, "we're outta here, like herd of pregnant turtles."