Saturday, January 26, 2008
6th Letter Home
Sixth Letter Home – Making One’s Life the Experience of a Lifetime
(I apologize if this has lots of repeated thoughts in various sections as I haven't had time to edit it. I write when I can, grab minutes here and there. This is my first contact with anything but solar cells for energy and my little poor community where we are very real. I wish I had some fotos for you of that but later. Now, only words. I hope words can express just a little of this experience and my comfort with being in the country. You all know that I am a camper anyhow, and for me, it is luxury camping. I am surrounded by people all day and night and that is different and wonderful and it takes TIME. Good time, though. Okay, here goes.
Dearest friends and family – I really do not know where to begin. I know that I promised you a report on our (Laure’s and my) trip in a (albeit small) circle around Nicaragua, but that is not what I am moved to write you about.
While it was fun to visit León, Matagalpa, Jinotega (pronounced Hee no tay guh), Granada, Catarina, San Juan de Oriente, and Ometepe Island, and to see Laure’s reactions to these places and to riding the chicken buses all over, and actually to be successful at getting us from one place to another with barely a hitch -- and I would love to share some pictures with you (and may have already done so, yes, I think I have some of those Nica pictures posted!)-- my mind has been blown by my experiences just since last Saturday, after arriving at Suni Solar and meeting Susan Kinne, and then on Monday, heading upcountry with her and others to experience first hand the Center Solar of Totogalpa, Sabana Grande, and the Association of Mujeres Solar of Totogalpa.
I really do not know where to begin. I can start with some comments about my language difficulties in Nica, which I think I left out of the last letter. When I first got to León, I didn’t understand anything the guy at our first hotel in León was saying to me. I felt like an idiot. Slowly it dawned on me that I was hearing a different accent, and, to my chagrin, a much different vocabulary. Consider that one day I listened to my teacher in Antigua talk for 3 hours straight, and the entire time I had to clarify what he was saying only once . . . and that when I tried to talk to the guy at the hotel, I couldn’t understand him say to me what must have been some very basic greetings and questions about staying at the hotel, etc. Egads. Well, one thing that turns out to be the case is that the Nicas drop all of their Ss. At first I thought it was just at the end of words, and then I realized it is also in the MIDDLE of words. And not just Ss, but anything that sounds like an S, like Z, for instances. OHMYGOD, as they would say we say. (which I do, by the way). And the different vocabulary is not at all funny after you have learned the way Guatemaltecos talk about certain basic subjects of life and then encounter a different set of words to express the same things and are clueless. And now I know why people go to Spanish school in Guatemala . . . . turns out they speak perfect Spanish, pronounce all of their vowels and consonants, god love em, and each one of them is a teacher, as I have said. So, there. That’s that subject. I already have fallen into dropping an S here and there, especially with numbers. It seems to me the equivalent of a southern drawl . . . it is a lazy way of talking. Must be. I started doing it naturally without thinking about it.
Second, I am currently living in the most humble of conditions, although there are people living more humbly very close to here (I actually have a floor and walls), with 5 other people, but I do have a private room. My family is two young men, one lovely younger girl, and mom and dad. Simon doesn’t do anything much that I can figure, and his wife Reina is too sweet, really. She clings. But she is a saint, no question. They are both evangelical, having left the Church for this increasingly popular way of thumping the bible. The boys get work in fincas cutting coffee when they can. Since I came, they haven’t had any work. They are all sweet and very kind to me. Only the Dad kind of creeps me out because I don’t see him doing anything. Reina cooks on a stove with wood. Arelis, the girl, who I adore, can handle the stove, makes tortillas, took care of me one day (she is 12) I have met a zillion new people since arriving not even a week ago (it will have been a week tomorrow, on Saturday . . . many with names that are difficult to remember.
Anyhow, this little community is off the Pan American highway between Esteli and Ocotol, in the department of Madriz; it is a pueblo in the municipalidad of Totogalpa. The department of Madriz is almost to the Honduran border.
The Solar Center is a building that was built by the community, the adobe bricks having been made from scratch by the members of the Solar Women of Totogalpa (SWOT) (Totogalpa is the municipality of which the little community of Sabana Grande is associate). It was completed not that long ago and they are justifiably proud of their work. To be members of the Association of Solar Women of Totogalpa, one has to earn 50 hours of work, which are capitalized in the association. To remain an active member, a certain number of hours have to be earned in work at or for the Center in some way. And only active members can purchase from the Green Store, which is open once a month for the purchase of solar cookers, stands for the cookers, PVs for home application, and other green things that have been purchased or donated for the Center by people who want to help. The first scholarships for children of members were just awarded at my first meeting of the SWOT the afternoon that I first got to the community/solar center.
The center makes solar cookers, which are still being modified to take account of people’s actual use and experience with them. We drink coffee cooked in them, the women roast and sell coffee beans roasted in them, they grow and sell medicinal herbs and fruits dried in solar dryers . . . . although this area of enterprise is just getting underway and in fact may be more of a dream for the future (although I saw some of the plants under cultivation), and, most fun for me so far is that the center makes PV panels from recycled solar cells and already I have cut the backs for 50 panels, matched arrays of cells for panels, cut cells to size from piles of broken cell material (this is painstaking work that results in at least one in four failures because the cells are so delicate). I am also experiencing raw poverty for the first time, really. I am surrounded by it.
There is no work, little electricity, no indoor plumbing at all, no heat, not that you need it (the climate up here is a wonderful break from Managua, which is oppressive and will only get worse as the year wears on through February, March, April, and the hills and trees and general physical setting is gorgeous), out house that all 6 of us somehow manage to use without ever running into each other, and there is a pig that snorts me to sleep on one side and roosters that start waking me up well before 6 am (everyone goes to be around 9, which is really early for me, but even I am succumbing to not much later than 11 or so, as I am also getting up at 6 because it is noisy and because I want to hike before working, which means beginning at 6 or so). I am surprised to learn that I can go to bed with giant spiders nearby, snakes slithering around the house, and god knows what else . . . Why? Because the families put mosquito netting around the beds for the volunteers, or at least some of them do, and I just make sure my little nest is always closed. There was such a giant spider in my room the other night that I couldn’t even try to kill it for fear of its jumping on my chest or something from the rafter it was occupying, so I just went to bed making sure that net was really really tightly closed.
Eating is mostly starch, but some chicken now and again, and my stomach has been rebelling against the starch. I have to give half of my food back to my family, as it is too much, and only now am I getting that under control. Nothing is wasted, however, so that is never a worry. I am not bothered by no washing, no plumbing, or any of that. Less time spent at these things and more learning, talking with my family, etc. One bath in 5 days – pan bath standing up – is just fine. That I brought the guitar I bought second hand in Antigua up here to the country has been great for my family – 3 of 5 of them like to fool around with it. So far, I haven’t had time to do it myself, so I just leave it at my family’s house during the day. I will no doubt leave it with them when I go back to Guatemala to fly home.
The last shower (cold shower, that is) that I had was at the nuns’ place in Managua, next to Susan’s humble little house, on Monday morning. Tomorrow is Friday. I am going to try to go to the outdoor washing place and give myself a good wash on Friday or Saturday and maybe wash my hair. I do put a washcloth to my face every night, and occasionally think about putting it other places as well, but haven´t had a lot of time for that sort of thing.
We have been walking to the center every morning at 8, or at least Susan and I have been . . . . she is living with a family down the road but we have been spending a lot of time at least in proximity and she is comfortable with my being with her on any meeting or personal exchange I choose to be in. Language is a problem for me, mostly in understanding. I can express myself enough to be understood. But it is a handicap in meetings . . . . one does the best one can. And once at the center, one doesn´t get usually get back, as there is always so much to do, although we are supposed to return home at noon for lunch with our host families, and I did one day. But it is a long way down two dirt roads and the highway to get to the settlement (I would say a mile and a half) and it can take a while if you have “picked up” a young person who wants to know where you are going and one thing leads to another and then you find yourself talking about energy issues, or education or garbage, or immigration or whatever.
Several times we have eaten lunch together at the center since I have gotten here, which is a real treat, because then I can stay focused on work here at the center. When I am not in a meeting, or meeting with Susan trying to understand all of the different projects she has created that relate to this sustainable solar community dream of hers, I am helping out on whatever needs to be done. Closing the solar cookers if it starts to rain, making the backs of solar panels (I cut out the white plastic material backing for 50 panels, or instance, cutting cells from recycled and broken sells, which is the Center’s forte, making smaller panels from recycled, broken, and thus very cheap, cells (painstaking work, much breakage), or lining up arrays of 12 cells for a line in a panel. I have yet to do any soldering of copper/tin tape down the centers of these arrays.
Susan’s and the women’s creations range from selling solar dried medicinal plants, to a loan program for a house or buying PVs, to the green store, to a PV taller (shop) making PVs as part of the solar center, making and selling solar cookers (22 to the mayor of Esteli, for example), making and selling solar dryers (for drying food and medicinal plants for sale), to making and selling solar food (just completed an order for 400 solar cookies for a party), to research on how to improve the cookers with various universities, to presenting various solar courses (solar culture, making the cookers, making PVs, working with universities on improving design of the cookers, working with Suni Solar on filling an order or purchasing bulk materials, to the Solar Mountain (another piece of land, this one 35 acres, that Susan and Richard Komp bought for a whole other community dream that Susan has (Richard apparently is a dean of solar energy in the US who lives here in Nicaragua and is adviser to Grupofenix, hosts Suni Solar in his building in Managua (he occupies only one small room in the building and rest is communal kitchen with Suni Solar and office and construction space, and does a million more things I don’t know about at 70 years of age) – the solar mountain is another 5 year plan in addition to the one that has to be done, for the next 5 years, for the Solar Center (being built on Susan’s land, too, but this piece apart from the other, and only an acre and a half or so, and visible from the Pan American highway, which reminds me that there is going to be some day in the plans a solar restaurant (and I have eaten several almost wholly solar meals, which are wonderful), and there already are many solar courses (building and installing systems, building and using the solar overs/dryers) that have been offered at this and other sites.
To give you an idea of what kind of commitment Susan has and who she is, she was a union organizer in high school (Sara, you probably were too!) – while I admit shamefacedly that I was a cheerleader (Susan actually wound up organizing the cheerleaders in high school, she said. (;~) This shows that there are those born to organizing and those who can develop.
She is just amazing, but also so real, so down to earth, so kind, so generous. Susan makes it look easy (although tiring) to do a hundred things and smile and enjoy herself immensely. Unlike Ignacio, she seems to get rather than lose energy from interacting with people, and she is not one person publicly (smiling and pleasant) and another in private (complaining, begging for money, dismissive, angry). First, there really is no difference between public and private for her . . . her life just flows from one place to another while people and animals seem to gather around or latch on . . . . and she has very little or perhaps nothing which she doesn’t share, the most valuable of which is her creativity and positive energy and all of her time. Really. Last night, after a day that began with a hike with me, where we visited someone in the community to resolve a problem that had come up with the scholarship program (yeah, another little project), she was going all day long and after we all finally left the center (did I mention we have to make 50 panels in about 7 days? How we got into this position is one of the things I hope to be able to at least help Susan think through, but as she says, I have endless jobs that need doing, very few people in the community able to do them, and 3 cents. I love that, we finally returned to the community well after dark to take dinner and with only this hour break in our respective family houses, she returned to my house (we have a plug where you can recharge your computer or actually just use it – electricity from the neighbor al lado – and we worked for another 2 hours or so . . . . and she literally fell asleep sitting up in a plastic lawn chair in my room as I was typing. This morning she was up and out and working at 8 at the center and trying to wrap up a hundred things before returning to Managua with Douglas, this wonderful 28 year old Nica who is very special, very warm and makes me wish he were older or I were younger!, who works with Suni Solar and is working on his master’s degree in renewable energy, the thesis project for which is due February 2 and which he has to defend on February 6. He has been up here in the country around Ocotol doing an installation for the past 2 days.
This morning I didn’t get to the center until around 8:30 and missed my chance to go to Ocotol easily with Douglas because Eddy, the 20 year old young man in the house who holds so much promise in my mind as a scholar because he clearly is interested in learning and is the one who corrects my Spanish at every turn, which I really appreciate, has had a cyst for the past several days and I didn’t even know about it. It finally burst, giving him the first sleep he has had for several days. I was so glad that I had bandaids and antibiotic ointment, which we used today after making sure the cyst area was very clean, and I have antibiotics if any problems develop with the cyst. I have no idea why he got it.
ANYHOW, that is it for now, I guess. I am hoping to be able to mail this tomorrow if I get into Ocotol, about 15 kilometros from here, but we shall see. I hope so, as I lost yet another pair of sunglasses, and one cannot do without sunglasses in a solar community, verdad?
(I apologize if this has lots of repeated thoughts in various sections as I haven't had time to edit it. I write when I can, grab minutes here and there. This is my first contact with anything but solar cells for energy and my little poor community where we are very real. I wish I had some fotos for you of that but later. Now, only words. I hope words can express just a little of this experience and my comfort with being in the country. You all know that I am a camper anyhow, and for me, it is luxury camping. I am surrounded by people all day and night and that is different and wonderful and it takes TIME. Good time, though. Okay, here goes.
Dearest friends and family – I really do not know where to begin. I know that I promised you a report on our (Laure’s and my) trip in a (albeit small) circle around Nicaragua, but that is not what I am moved to write you about.
While it was fun to visit León, Matagalpa, Jinotega (pronounced Hee no tay guh), Granada, Catarina, San Juan de Oriente, and Ometepe Island, and to see Laure’s reactions to these places and to riding the chicken buses all over, and actually to be successful at getting us from one place to another with barely a hitch -- and I would love to share some pictures with you (and may have already done so, yes, I think I have some of those Nica pictures posted!)-- my mind has been blown by my experiences just since last Saturday, after arriving at Suni Solar and meeting Susan Kinne, and then on Monday, heading upcountry with her and others to experience first hand the Center Solar of Totogalpa, Sabana Grande, and the Association of Mujeres Solar of Totogalpa.
I really do not know where to begin. I can start with some comments about my language difficulties in Nica, which I think I left out of the last letter. When I first got to León, I didn’t understand anything the guy at our first hotel in León was saying to me. I felt like an idiot. Slowly it dawned on me that I was hearing a different accent, and, to my chagrin, a much different vocabulary. Consider that one day I listened to my teacher in Antigua talk for 3 hours straight, and the entire time I had to clarify what he was saying only once . . . and that when I tried to talk to the guy at the hotel, I couldn’t understand him say to me what must have been some very basic greetings and questions about staying at the hotel, etc. Egads. Well, one thing that turns out to be the case is that the Nicas drop all of their Ss. At first I thought it was just at the end of words, and then I realized it is also in the MIDDLE of words. And not just Ss, but anything that sounds like an S, like Z, for instances. OHMYGOD, as they would say we say. (which I do, by the way). And the different vocabulary is not at all funny after you have learned the way Guatemaltecos talk about certain basic subjects of life and then encounter a different set of words to express the same things and are clueless. And now I know why people go to Spanish school in Guatemala . . . . turns out they speak perfect Spanish, pronounce all of their vowels and consonants, god love em, and each one of them is a teacher, as I have said. So, there. That’s that subject. I already have fallen into dropping an S here and there, especially with numbers. It seems to me the equivalent of a southern drawl . . . it is a lazy way of talking. Must be. I started doing it naturally without thinking about it.
Second, I am currently living in the most humble of conditions, although there are people living more humbly very close to here (I actually have a floor and walls), with 5 other people, but I do have a private room. My family is two young men, one lovely younger girl, and mom and dad. Simon doesn’t do anything much that I can figure, and his wife Reina is too sweet, really. She clings. But she is a saint, no question. They are both evangelical, having left the Church for this increasingly popular way of thumping the bible. The boys get work in fincas cutting coffee when they can. Since I came, they haven’t had any work. They are all sweet and very kind to me. Only the Dad kind of creeps me out because I don’t see him doing anything. Reina cooks on a stove with wood. Arelis, the girl, who I adore, can handle the stove, makes tortillas, took care of me one day (she is 12) I have met a zillion new people since arriving not even a week ago (it will have been a week tomorrow, on Saturday . . . many with names that are difficult to remember.
Anyhow, this little community is off the Pan American highway between Esteli and Ocotol, in the department of Madriz; it is a pueblo in the municipalidad of Totogalpa. The department of Madriz is almost to the Honduran border.
The Solar Center is a building that was built by the community, the adobe bricks having been made from scratch by the members of the Solar Women of Totogalpa (SWOT) (Totogalpa is the municipality of which the little community of Sabana Grande is associate). It was completed not that long ago and they are justifiably proud of their work. To be members of the Association of Solar Women of Totogalpa, one has to earn 50 hours of work, which are capitalized in the association. To remain an active member, a certain number of hours have to be earned in work at or for the Center in some way. And only active members can purchase from the Green Store, which is open once a month for the purchase of solar cookers, stands for the cookers, PVs for home application, and other green things that have been purchased or donated for the Center by people who want to help. The first scholarships for children of members were just awarded at my first meeting of the SWOT the afternoon that I first got to the community/solar center.
The center makes solar cookers, which are still being modified to take account of people’s actual use and experience with them. We drink coffee cooked in them, the women roast and sell coffee beans roasted in them, they grow and sell medicinal herbs and fruits dried in solar dryers . . . . although this area of enterprise is just getting underway and in fact may be more of a dream for the future (although I saw some of the plants under cultivation), and, most fun for me so far is that the center makes PV panels from recycled solar cells and already I have cut the backs for 50 panels, matched arrays of cells for panels, cut cells to size from piles of broken cell material (this is painstaking work that results in at least one in four failures because the cells are so delicate). I am also experiencing raw poverty for the first time, really. I am surrounded by it.
There is no work, little electricity, no indoor plumbing at all, no heat, not that you need it (the climate up here is a wonderful break from Managua, which is oppressive and will only get worse as the year wears on through February, March, April, and the hills and trees and general physical setting is gorgeous), out house that all 6 of us somehow manage to use without ever running into each other, and there is a pig that snorts me to sleep on one side and roosters that start waking me up well before 6 am (everyone goes to be around 9, which is really early for me, but even I am succumbing to not much later than 11 or so, as I am also getting up at 6 because it is noisy and because I want to hike before working, which means beginning at 6 or so). I am surprised to learn that I can go to bed with giant spiders nearby, snakes slithering around the house, and god knows what else . . . Why? Because the families put mosquito netting around the beds for the volunteers, or at least some of them do, and I just make sure my little nest is always closed. There was such a giant spider in my room the other night that I couldn’t even try to kill it for fear of its jumping on my chest or something from the rafter it was occupying, so I just went to bed making sure that net was really really tightly closed.
Eating is mostly starch, but some chicken now and again, and my stomach has been rebelling against the starch. I have to give half of my food back to my family, as it is too much, and only now am I getting that under control. Nothing is wasted, however, so that is never a worry. I am not bothered by no washing, no plumbing, or any of that. Less time spent at these things and more learning, talking with my family, etc. One bath in 5 days – pan bath standing up – is just fine. That I brought the guitar I bought second hand in Antigua up here to the country has been great for my family – 3 of 5 of them like to fool around with it. So far, I haven’t had time to do it myself, so I just leave it at my family’s house during the day. I will no doubt leave it with them when I go back to Guatemala to fly home.
The last shower (cold shower, that is) that I had was at the nuns’ place in Managua, next to Susan’s humble little house, on Monday morning. Tomorrow is Friday. I am going to try to go to the outdoor washing place and give myself a good wash on Friday or Saturday and maybe wash my hair. I do put a washcloth to my face every night, and occasionally think about putting it other places as well, but haven´t had a lot of time for that sort of thing.
We have been walking to the center every morning at 8, or at least Susan and I have been . . . . she is living with a family down the road but we have been spending a lot of time at least in proximity and she is comfortable with my being with her on any meeting or personal exchange I choose to be in. Language is a problem for me, mostly in understanding. I can express myself enough to be understood. But it is a handicap in meetings . . . . one does the best one can. And once at the center, one doesn´t get usually get back, as there is always so much to do, although we are supposed to return home at noon for lunch with our host families, and I did one day. But it is a long way down two dirt roads and the highway to get to the settlement (I would say a mile and a half) and it can take a while if you have “picked up” a young person who wants to know where you are going and one thing leads to another and then you find yourself talking about energy issues, or education or garbage, or immigration or whatever.
Several times we have eaten lunch together at the center since I have gotten here, which is a real treat, because then I can stay focused on work here at the center. When I am not in a meeting, or meeting with Susan trying to understand all of the different projects she has created that relate to this sustainable solar community dream of hers, I am helping out on whatever needs to be done. Closing the solar cookers if it starts to rain, making the backs of solar panels (I cut out the white plastic material backing for 50 panels, or instance, cutting cells from recycled and broken sells, which is the Center’s forte, making smaller panels from recycled, broken, and thus very cheap, cells (painstaking work, much breakage), or lining up arrays of 12 cells for a line in a panel. I have yet to do any soldering of copper/tin tape down the centers of these arrays.
Susan’s and the women’s creations range from selling solar dried medicinal plants, to a loan program for a house or buying PVs, to the green store, to a PV taller (shop) making PVs as part of the solar center, making and selling solar cookers (22 to the mayor of Esteli, for example), making and selling solar dryers (for drying food and medicinal plants for sale), to making and selling solar food (just completed an order for 400 solar cookies for a party), to research on how to improve the cookers with various universities, to presenting various solar courses (solar culture, making the cookers, making PVs, working with universities on improving design of the cookers, working with Suni Solar on filling an order or purchasing bulk materials, to the Solar Mountain (another piece of land, this one 35 acres, that Susan and Richard Komp bought for a whole other community dream that Susan has (Richard apparently is a dean of solar energy in the US who lives here in Nicaragua and is adviser to Grupofenix, hosts Suni Solar in his building in Managua (he occupies only one small room in the building and rest is communal kitchen with Suni Solar and office and construction space, and does a million more things I don’t know about at 70 years of age) – the solar mountain is another 5 year plan in addition to the one that has to be done, for the next 5 years, for the Solar Center (being built on Susan’s land, too, but this piece apart from the other, and only an acre and a half or so, and visible from the Pan American highway, which reminds me that there is going to be some day in the plans a solar restaurant (and I have eaten several almost wholly solar meals, which are wonderful), and there already are many solar courses (building and installing systems, building and using the solar overs/dryers) that have been offered at this and other sites.
To give you an idea of what kind of commitment Susan has and who she is, she was a union organizer in high school (Sara, you probably were too!) – while I admit shamefacedly that I was a cheerleader (Susan actually wound up organizing the cheerleaders in high school, she said. (;~) This shows that there are those born to organizing and those who can develop.
She is just amazing, but also so real, so down to earth, so kind, so generous. Susan makes it look easy (although tiring) to do a hundred things and smile and enjoy herself immensely. Unlike Ignacio, she seems to get rather than lose energy from interacting with people, and she is not one person publicly (smiling and pleasant) and another in private (complaining, begging for money, dismissive, angry). First, there really is no difference between public and private for her . . . her life just flows from one place to another while people and animals seem to gather around or latch on . . . . and she has very little or perhaps nothing which she doesn’t share, the most valuable of which is her creativity and positive energy and all of her time. Really. Last night, after a day that began with a hike with me, where we visited someone in the community to resolve a problem that had come up with the scholarship program (yeah, another little project), she was going all day long and after we all finally left the center (did I mention we have to make 50 panels in about 7 days? How we got into this position is one of the things I hope to be able to at least help Susan think through, but as she says, I have endless jobs that need doing, very few people in the community able to do them, and 3 cents. I love that, we finally returned to the community well after dark to take dinner and with only this hour break in our respective family houses, she returned to my house (we have a plug where you can recharge your computer or actually just use it – electricity from the neighbor al lado – and we worked for another 2 hours or so . . . . and she literally fell asleep sitting up in a plastic lawn chair in my room as I was typing. This morning she was up and out and working at 8 at the center and trying to wrap up a hundred things before returning to Managua with Douglas, this wonderful 28 year old Nica who is very special, very warm and makes me wish he were older or I were younger!, who works with Suni Solar and is working on his master’s degree in renewable energy, the thesis project for which is due February 2 and which he has to defend on February 6. He has been up here in the country around Ocotol doing an installation for the past 2 days.
This morning I didn’t get to the center until around 8:30 and missed my chance to go to Ocotol easily with Douglas because Eddy, the 20 year old young man in the house who holds so much promise in my mind as a scholar because he clearly is interested in learning and is the one who corrects my Spanish at every turn, which I really appreciate, has had a cyst for the past several days and I didn’t even know about it. It finally burst, giving him the first sleep he has had for several days. I was so glad that I had bandaids and antibiotic ointment, which we used today after making sure the cyst area was very clean, and I have antibiotics if any problems develop with the cyst. I have no idea why he got it.
ANYHOW, that is it for now, I guess. I am hoping to be able to mail this tomorrow if I get into Ocotol, about 15 kilometros from here, but we shall see. I hope so, as I lost yet another pair of sunglasses, and one cannot do without sunglasses in a solar community, verdad?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
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