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Tag 159 - Goodbye!

It wasn't that bad after all. I'm a big girl, after all. No tears, just goosebumps. Luis came up with a rhyme for me for each hour and the class chanted it. Then we all danced...

Tag 158 - the penultimate

I was hoping that my last day on the project would be as unspectacular as possible. Luis already revealed today that some children will perform a dance for me tomorrow. Oh dear,...

Tag 157 - I WANT TO SLEEP!

The last night was also great. Around midnight, I am woken up by loud voices. Mariello is sitting for the third time within the past nights almost under my window and shouting...

Tag 155 and 156 - Forgot...

Last night I simply forgot to write something. However, the day (Sunday) was also extremely uneventful. Originally, I wanted to visit the Mombacho, the nearest volcano, again....

Tag 154 - Absorbing Last Impressions

I'm already doing many things for the last time: doing yoga one last time, going to the market again and letting the visual and olfactory impressions sink in, having a typical...

Tag 152 - Orthography is not for cowards

In Spanish, there are a few letters whose pronunciation is very similar. It's not only the children who are learning to read and write who have a problem with this. For example,...

Tag 151-Transport costs

Tonight Sarah and I said goodbye to another colleague from the project. She is flying from Managua to the USA tonight at 2:00 AM, which means she has to be at the airport by...

Tag 150 - Gerettet!

Princessa hat nicht nur die Nacht, sondern auch die Operation gut überstanden. Das zu Eurer Beruhigung. Falls Ihr also bisher die Luft angehalten haben solltet - ausatmen!...

Tag 149 - Hanging by a Thread

When I came back from yoga this morning, there was a thick trail of blood from the front door to the kitchen. Everyone was oddly serious and Candida had red, teary eyes....

Tag 148 - Easter

Yesterday I was struck by a diarrhea attack again. I couldn't stay awake past 8 p.m. to write my daily sermon. Easter is like Christmas here - by our standards, you hardly...

Tag 147 - I am being observed

Good Friday is the highest Easter holiday here, at 6:00 am the first procession with offbeat brass music was already moving through the streets. I wanted to get up early anyway....

Tag 146 - Des Jogger's Alptraum

Der einzige Zeitraum, in dem man draußen Sport machen kann, ist der sehr frühe Morgen. Und nur, wenn gleichzeitig die Wasserversorgung steht. Das sollte man VORHER prüfen. Wer...

Tag 145 - Moody

Last night and this morning in Somoto, I put on a sweater to eat. As we drove south today, the temperatures rose. And my mood sank. Hot, loud, crowded. And yet I had no reason...

Tag 144 - Cañón de Somoto

Ricardo, das Orthografiewunder, ist pünktlich. Es sind ungefähr 13 Kilometer bis zum Eingang des Canyons und dort wohnt er auch. Wir lassen alles dort bis auf Trinkwasser,...

Tag 143 - Somoto

Phew, that was quite a long journey, we were on the road for 9 hours. The buses were so crowded that we were squeezed together like sardines in a can. Even if you managed to get...

Tag 142 - Familienzuwachs

Seit ein paar Tagen haben wir auch noch eine Katze im Haus. Sie ist erst sechs Wochen alt und sooo süß. Die erste Nacht maunzte sie stundenlang. Erst am nächsten Morgen fiel...

Tag 141 - Hot and dry

Today the heat is even more unpleasant, the wind is like a warm hairdryer and brings no relief. Of all days, there is no water today, in the whole city and all day long. By now,...

Tag 140 - The Medical Brigade

I didn't expect that many. Keeley had said that there would be about 10 to 15 doctors and medical students. There were at least twice as many, including the interpreters they...

Tag 139 - Siegerehrung

Elternsprechtag. Und eine große Versammlung, bei der wieder der/die beste Schüler/in jeder Klasse geehrt wurden. “Meine“ Priscilla war auch dabei! Die, die ich vor geraumer Zeit...

Tag 138 - First last photos

Every three months, the teachers meet with Keeley, Jim, and Monica to discuss the development of the children. Therefore, after Easter, some children will change classes again,...

Tag 137 - Too shy

Vera has been living with us for a few weeks now. She is also a volunteer and is also from Germany. Vera is six feet tall, 18 years old, and does not speak. Well, she can, but...

Tag 136 - Today the exterminator came

"Fumigador!" Janner shouted, standing on the stairs to my chamber. I jumped to the window and only saw him sprinting away. Dense, white fumes flowed over the wall to our...

Tag 135 - Zurück in die Hitze

Sonntags fahren nicht alle Buslinien, daher musste ich heute für die Rückreise den Expressbus nach Managua nehmen. Überraschenderweise ist dies ein relativ moderner Reisebus mit...

Tag 134 - In the Black Forest

Selva Negra - Black Forest. This area is actually called that because a German family settled here in the 19th century. Originally in the gold rush, they established the first...

Tag 133 - Matagalpa

I am already at the bus station before 7:00 am. The bus towards Masaya only has three passengers including me. So, it will probably take a while until we depart. Regardless of...

Tag 132 - Do you want an "m"?

If it weren't so sad, you could laugh about it. For several days now, I have been trying again and again to bring Isaac closer to the letter "m" so that he still knows it the...

Tag 131 - "abuelita" means "grandmother"

When I recently cycled to Pantanal, one of the boys from the project met me on the last meters. He was standing on the roadside with his little, maybe 4-year-old brother. He...

Tag 130 - Big Brother

The heat doesn't pass by anyone unnoticed. Coincidentally, I noticed today how Luis reacted angrily to Isaac because he couldn't understand something that was clearly very...

Tag 129 - Tutoring

Since last week I have been taking care of a pair of siblings, Isaac and Jossef, aged 10 and 12. If they show up, that is. Last week they only appeared for two out of four...