Monday, May 11, 2009

Water is on the rise

Water is coming up the hill. It is covering hundreds of exposed acres. How long has it been since there has been such a site? Maybe ten years or fifteen.

Buildings built to overlook the small river are now wading into the swamp. Fish are playing close to the ninos like only the cats could before. Poop water swirls under the playground and mocks the bare ankles walking by. Beauty is one word, but disturbing is more accurate. Sandbags line the walk way and make the innocent dormortories look more like bunkers hunkering down for a civil war. Fishing poles come out to play with the piranas as the girls relax close to home.

My back aches today. Bag after bag of sand has been moved from higher ground. Rewarding is the pain that comes after accomplishing a task. Muscles have been broken down, but for the cause of service. It feels great to serve.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Peruana Vive

They were like heavy drops of rain falling out of the sky. One, two, three... Each fell towards the ground with purpose and meaning. Seven, eight, nine... My stomach quivered and the sight. Not that I had reason to feel insecure or scared, but it just wasn't normal. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen... Seconds after their initial fall they bloomed into spring leaves, drifting towards the earth. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen. Paratroopers practicing for times not so kind as these I suspect.

You know in theory they were probably just getting ready to protect the Amazon River which was rising and rising and rising, much more than normal. See when that happens the the surface are of the river increases substantially. What that could mean is that the Peruvian navy now has to protect a much larger area. So I find it very reasonable to believe the paratroopers were preparing to assist in the eminent war that would inevitably occur between Columbia and Peru. Alan Garcia, as the president of Peru, may be on to something this time.

But the question is raised, "Why protect a vast area of Peru that is unpopulated and mere jungle?" Could it be the oil? Could it be the tourism? Or could I be missing the point?

Over three days the paratroopers continued their practicing. A large military plane made repeated runs with handfulls of men who could and would protect their mother land. It was quite a spectacle. Several times the motokar I would be riding in would stop to look at the skies and observe the peculiar sight.

While walking the boulevard I passed three men in jumper suites. One had a dark pair of shades protecting his eyes, although it seemed uncessary in the evening light. I didn't try to gawk, but I think I may have. Those were the drops of rain that turned into spring leaves. Those men are the incarnation of the Incan Empire's strength.