a las siete cinquenta y cinco

Que mas. Nothing new in Mazan.  Same insecurities. Same strengths. Same desires.

I am hoping to see “una parto” this week at the health center because I have never seen one, but I doubt it is going to happen. Because they usually happen at night but I work only in the mornings. And no one can call my cell.

This day

Thursday

Friday

Saturday back to Iquitos. How I love thee and thou laundry and varying dishes! And the life. Life!

I have had d company here. Helped me to feel less bored and more loved.

I feel so lucky, and I always ponder the same question. Why me?

At the health center I haven´t been feeling too lucky though. It´s because I am new, my behavior is different, I don´t understand, and understand even less in exhaustion and stress. But it´s ok. The feeling when I am not trusted in is just always so overwhelming. Others may think you´re stupid foreigner and you are not able to explain otherwise.

These days here I have been missing Finland more and more all the time. Yesterday, since my companion came here without warning, to brighten up my day, I felt extremely lonely and full of homesickness. Hahah not expected outcome for surprise? Tired and annoyd. So much, so soon, so different. This night I was in Turku, it was autumn. I had thin stockins on, thick jacket, and I bought  nokkosleipaa from Kauppatori.

I quite like the feelings I am going through. They make me see what´s important and how I behave.

P.S. One of the things I absolutely hate in this world is of not being listened. Not being appreciated so that my wants were heard.

P.P.S. Peruanos use plastic bags as mugs. And wash their hands with soap trillion times per day at the health clinic. And do not want me to use my sanitizing gel.

P.P.S I think I have gotten used to eat 3 heavy meals a day, the latest at 8 pm. Rice and fat, I am hungry!

P.P.P.S. Just met lovely doctor from Lima who is staying in Mazan for tomorrow. See you at the clinic. :)