More Views From My Balcony

I've been busy putting more stuff on my web site. Added a calender. I never realized building a web site was so time consuming and brain taxing. But I enjoy it, keeps my brain working and helps me to keep my mind of being in USA for the time being.

Views From My Balcony

Chicken Killers

( view a picture here you have to scroll down to see chicken pluckers)
The truck comes down the road
White crates piled in the back
Large caldron of steaming water
Plywood makeshift table
Covered in blood with a machete laying there
A woman waves for this truck to stop
Discussion persues
A chicken is pulled from a white crate
Everyone seems to be pleased and heads nod
As I watch agassed the machete is raised and WHAPP!
The head is gone!
The writhing body of this once alive bird is held over a drum to bleed
Then it is lowered into the caldron for a short time
During this time the woman is speaking to the man
No flinching or change of expression
As the life is drained from this once clucking bird
The poor chicken, feathers being ripped from its flesh
Unmercifully
The murdering man works fast
He's a real pro at de pluming the animal
It is put on a scale and the lady nods
Happy with the outcome
He commences chopping the bird in to smaller pieces
With the same machete that cut its living throat
All the parts are put into a bag
Now money is exchanged
The clean money of the woman
Into the bloodied hands of the murdering machete man
The flesh is handed over
The woman crosses the streat with the next meal for the family
The truck of death moves on at a slow pace
Watching for someone wanting to buy his next victim

Felix Navidad

Christmas again. I'm not really into Christmas anymore. About 2 years before my move to DR I decided not to celebrate Christmas. I told people it was my way to rebel against the commercialism of the holidays. I sort of liked it. I didn't feel the pressure of having to buy gifts for people. I didn't spend all that money an things that most people won't use or need. (I feel if I want to buy someone something it means more if its not an obligatory gift bought on a day when one is supposed to buy a gift). My family didn't like that I didn't get into the season but I did what I felt I needed to do.

Now I sort of enjoy not celebrating. Getting together with friends and family is good but the gift thing. I'm not into that any more. That's one good thing about Dominican Republic. Gifts are mainly for the children. Food and drink are for the adults, both of which I do enjoy.

When I was living in Colonial Zone for my first Christmas it was so nice. All the neighbors pitched in and put lights in the park and got a tree. They even had a band come and play in the park for tree lighting. The TV people were there also. It was a big thing. The ladies (not me) all cooked food and we shared all in the park. For me that was more special than all the gifts in the world. First that it was so simple and neighborly. Second that they included me, the new American neighbor, in the festivities. They all took me in. Even though I did not speak Spanish well. It was difficult communicating. Where I lived most have lived in the area for generations of at least knew someone that lived there. So for them to accept me really meant a lot to me.

I miss all my neighbors and friends there so much. I do hope when I return I can live in the same neighborhood with the people that I know and care about. Where I feel accepted and safe. I feel I belong in that neighborhood with those people. More than I ever felt I fit in to a neighborhood in USA.

Well..I have to call my Felix now. I miss him so. Then I'll call my Dominican family, Mamita and Jimmy. Then my real Blood Aunt is coming for me and we will spend the afternoon with my grandparents, Maw and Pappap. After Aunt Lois is staying the night with me. We will have some laughs I'm sure. We always do.

Merry Christmas to all!