4/1/86, Tuesday
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Welcome to the Norma. |
After rounding up
the Escuela Nica students and
volunteers at the airport, the school representative dropped us off at a place called
Hospedaje Norma, a hostel like no
hostel I've ever been to. It looked like someone just gathered up pieces of
plywood and slapped them together to create partitions over a dirt floor. Each “dormitory”
contained three to six cots, a bare light bulb with a pull string to turn it on
and off and nothing else.
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Inside Hospedaje Norma |
Sanitary facilities
are minimal, as is access to electricity, even water is limited. I was surprised
and somewhat disturbed to find that there was only one aluminum tumbler set
atop a water jug for everyone in the hostel to drink from and that it was
barely rinsed between users because water is too scarce to waste on rinsing. Water
in that part of Managua is turned off two days a week (Mondays and Thursdays)
in an effort to conserve it, so a much-needed shower after the long, sticky
flight was out of the question because there was no running water last night.
Another surprise is
that there is no toilet paper to be found anywhere or at any price. I was told,
perhaps in jest, that La Prensa (the opposition’s newspaper) usually ends up
replacing it in the bathrooms. I don’t know if that’s what I've been using but
the squares of newspaper can’t be flushed, because they won’t dissolve as
easily as toilet paper so they must be thrown in a tin can located right next
to the toilet, making for a terrible smell coming from the latrines. The first
time I used the toilet, I automatically threw my paper into the bowl after
wiping, then panicked and scooped it out with my bare hands for fear of
creating plumbing problems for the whole neighborhood. To top that off, I
couldn't even wash my hands properly. The water that’s available for washing
our hands is no more than a trickle from a community jug and there was no soap
anywhere, so I was left feeling dirtier than ever.
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The "good" toilet (with a seat) at Hospedaje Norma. |
In the morning we
headed out to Esteli, about two hours north of Managua. We drove through the
countryside which was quite a contrast with the city. It was green, lush and
pristine – nature again proving its superiority over the man-made. We went
straight to the Nica school where we would have the opportunity to meet the
school staff, get to know our fellow students and later that afternoon, there
would be a small ceremony to introduce us to our host families.
The introductory
ceremony was arranged so that we would feel as comfortable as possible with
families who would essentially be adopting us for the next month or so. I was
greeted by my “new” little sister Lissette, a young girl with close-cropped
hair and jovial, mischievous eyes. She has beautiful dark skin and a beaming
smile. She greeted me warmly and apologized for the fact that her mother couldn't
be there to welcome me.
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Lissette |
Lissette was
pleasantly surprised that I was not one of the students who had come to study
Spanish, my fluency immediately set her at ease and she began to joke with me.
I’m so glad they sent her, I can’t think of a more welcoming person. We walked
back to our house and Lissette insisted on pulling my wheeled suitcase through the
cobblestone streets of Esteli. Along the way she asked questions and pointed
out places of interest. By coincidence, we happen to have the same interest:
sweets!
“There’s a store
near your school that sells snacks and ice cream,” she informed me.
“Sometimes they
have banana splits. Have you ever had a banana split?”
“Yes,” I started to
say but she interrupted me.
“They take guineo and cut it in half and then they
put ice cream in the middle...” she proceeded with her enthusiastic description
but I was still back at guineo.
“What is guineo?” I asked.
“You don’t know guineo? It’s a fruit that’s long and
yellow and it tastes sweet and creamy...”
“We call that platano, or banana in English.”
“Oh, so you've had
it before?” she asked, crestfallen that she wasn't initiating me into the
delights of an unfamiliar fruit.
“Yes, but I
wouldn't mind having one with you,” I said, tossing her a side glance. Her
smile came back.
We’d gone about
five blocks when I noticed Lissette struggling with the heavy suitcase so I
asked for a turn pulling it. She resisted but finally gave in, shrugging her
shoulders and handing me the handle reluctantly, as though doing me a favor. I
became acutely aware of how many notebooks, crayons, pencils, markers, rulers
and erasers were in the overstuffed bag and I worried that one of the two
little wheels would give and break off. Now that her hands were free, Lissette
switched into full tourist guide mode, pointing out places of interest to her.
“That place makes posicle,
have you ever had posicle?” she
asked.
“No, what is it?”
“Oh, it’s hard to describe, I’ll have to bring you back so you can taste
it.” She gave me the smile of a kid about to put her hand in a cookie jar.
‘Very clever,’ I thought to myself, happy to have an accomplice. A
little further down the road, we passed a fresh juice bar which sells freshly
squeezed fruit drinks they call frescos,
along with pastries. Lissette’s face was full of expression as she described her
favorite treats. We were going to get along just fine.
Fun Size History: Banana Republic
Speaking of bananas, did you know that the banana was introduced to the United States in 1870? They were brought over from Jamaica and sold in Boston at a 1000% profit. The delicious, nutritious food soon grew in popularity, in part for its yumminess but also because of its cheap price. One could buy a dozen bananas for the price of two apples.
Before long, businessmen found that bananas became even more profitable when grown in countries where they could buy large plots of fertile land, clear them for banana plantations and then hire the now-landless farmers to work for near-slave wages.
A trio of companies, including the United Fruit Company (now known as Chiquita Brands) grew rich and powerful by exporting the bananas back to the United States for enormous profits. They formed mutually beneficial alliances with wealthy landowners in the host countries. They exerted enormous control over the governments of Central American countries and utilized the power of the U.S. military and C.I.A. to squash any attempted rebellions or uprisings. In 1954, the democratically elected president of Guatemala was deposed by the C.I.A. in a coup d’état at the request of the United Fruit Company. In Honduras, the United Fruit Company was known as El Pulpo - the octopus - because it had so many far-reaching military/political tentacles.
The term Banana Republic was coined to describe a fictional country but it is widely believed that Honduras provided the inspiration for it. Today the term is used to describe a small, politically unstable country whose government is concerned with growing the economy of a foreign or corporate entity, rather than the welfare of its own citizens.
And you thought Banana Republic was just a clothing company.