I should probably start writing more often. It seems an impossibility, all this talk about what is happening now. Therefore, I do not even try it.
Here are some insights - so to speak, the raisins (Or just for people like Christopher just NOT the raisins, but something else delicious), out of everything worth telling.
THE UNI. Yesterday we released a 13-year-old. And last week a 33-year-old with the 10th Child! I am now in a new clinic, Clínica de Barranquilla, near the city center, one of the most dangerous neighborhoods Barranquilla. And I like it much better than in San Camillo, the hospital before. The clinic is relatively large, the building was at some point pretty I think, with apricot-colored Sandsein-walls, Porches, patios with huge palm trees. But it is all very run down, thousands of people, patients lie on landings, waiting for treatment, one must constantly watch his bag, across the paint is peeling from the walls, air-conditioners including drops in established buckets, cats, 10 patients in a room, the beds more platforms, like in a really bad hostel, with no blanket, no pillow, that there are no bunk beds, is about all.
Every morning we go to the OP, look at caesarean sections, hysterectomies, and the like to, it's all terrible sterile, we stand around eight to the operating room table, almost touching it, everybody bends over the surgical field. But you learn a lot scary. The doctor shows us all exactly want everyone to see exactly how he does what everyone has to the nodes, "Come over here all that is the Tube." Or "How to sew the uterus free of tension as possible together. ". After surgery, the doctor sat down with us to tell us all again to explain exactly and budget cuts. This happens, for example, in one corner behind the shelves in the operating room on the floor. On the back of old surgical logs. There is no extra classroom or even a bar of it. Instruction is entirely improvised, but you learn an awful lot here, everyone must cooperate to make everyone must histories, make diagnoses and treatment plans work out, everyone must exercise handles, ultrasound and manual examinations of patients, knot and NAE ; learn Hen, every day someone has a presentation that is at least once a week, you can also turn itself with a presentation. I can hardly get by with learning, because I look at the whole subject even translate text needs to work but it's so interesting that not much mind.
THE CITY. Bunt. Loud. And much. A single complete chaos on the streets. Of illegal taxi race through the middle of the city at night, vorbeigeschlängelt the many potholes on flat tires and taxi rides to eight (with driver!) Directly in front of the disinterested police I've seen just about everything now . The morning trip to the clinic is one of my favorite moments of the day, because it's so scary to see and discover. Small, colorful, one-story, barred houses on the roadside, pavements high against flood (when it rains the roads are Centimeter-high in water. This can also sometimes have a car break with it), palm trees, roads that are sometimes so steep that the cars can again roll back a little to the mountain then to deal with start-up, all honking (I habs out now: Who honks first, has priority as simple as that and it works..), by the roadside stalls of fruit and vegetables or cow legs hanging in the sun, dust, rubbish, donkey carts, mopeds thousands, the crowd in an adventurous way through the cars, also vigorous honking. At the traffic lights and onto the grass verge between the carriageway people selling everything possible and impossible to the waiting cars. Peanuts, all types of fruits, mobile phone credit, candy, stuffed in bags of water, chewing gum, empanadas, fresh juices, fake watches, once a disk-cleaning. Everything. They climb to some extent even in the buses to find buyers for their worn-candy and crumbled chips.
I find my way slowly getting better, whatever that actually somewhat manageable by road network that is thanks to. All streets are numbered, Carreras run from south to north, from east to west Calles. (There are probably somewhere something like Diagonal and Transverse, but that I will not even start here.) Actually, in theory, you have so just follow the numbers and look for the right junction. The problem is that some roads simply end somewhere in a T-junction and from there, of course, be skipped in the counting or further subdivided into a, b, c is. This makes the whole thing again a bit more complicated ... is a city map does not exist. (Just as, moreover, a post office! Apparently this is here on private individuals, who, once they have collected enough letters, take their own car or a taxi to Bogota to the letters there to smash. And it costs a fortune per letter!)
THE PEOPLE. It is a wild mix of Colombian, German, French, British, Americans. The people in my group are nice, my semester also have them presented on Friday at our own welcome party staged German music and punch, both were received with great enthusiasm. On weekends we often go with Emily, Jan and a couple of Colombians to the sea for with tuasenden Colombian families to enjoy the relatively warm water, I will necessarily soon time to Cartagena and Santa Marta, but with the many weekend services and exams that will probably not first. For that I am at the weekend to dance with my group Rumba, possibly tomorrow cinema, in the weeks in September either city tour to Bogotá or in hammocks on the beach in Tayrona National Park are located. Finally, variety is essential. And the environment here is really beautiful! Flowers that draw on hard-working Germans in a bustling work with great attention to indoor plants growing size, here in huge hedges side of the road, overflowing with flowers and scents.
OTHER. Fee: 3,000 pesos equivalent to 1 Euro, and so veeery slowly I get used it to pay for a taxi ride 5000 and a cheap food 10000 and picked the correct sum of the large, colorful- siffig notes to put together.
language: it is, it will. Talk works relatively well now, understand well, as long as I'm talking to one person, but once more Coste ~ nos (the people of the coastal region) come together, they talk over each other so quickly and so that I only isolated fragments of words understand, or how to tell our dear English teacher Christina, used to set a long sausage. Today begins my English class, I hope that helps a little.
My friends, it has been signed up, you are up to date, I expect a ton of mail response and look forward to Skype, SMS, and the like. Even larger gifts such as bouquets or air conditioning are welcome.
soon, Viola.
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