So something really interesting just happened. I was talking with some colleagues who were sitting at a table for four, eating lunch. Two of the people have a reasonably high level of English, the other two people are in my introductory English class. A small joke was made in English. I laughed heartily as did the person who made the joke and the other person who understands English. The other two people looked at each other and said in Spanish “did you understand?” They both said no. In Spanish I said, “welcome to my world”. Everyone laughed.
For a moment, I was an “insider”. That is a status that I have not enjoyed in my everyday life for a while now. I no longer expect to understand all of the conversation at the dinner table or on the bus or on the radio. I don’t expect to be a leader or to make many decisions. Sometimes I still need help to understand things and to do things correctly.
In Canada I never questioned my status as an insider. I understood the language and the culture and if someone spoke in another language I expected that it would be translated for me. When I travelled I expected that there would be people who spoke not just “some” English, but fluent English.
Despite being on the outside, I am still someone who has enjoyed much privilege in her life and in many ways still does.
Yesterday I became aware that my teammates were collecting money for a colleague who was sick. I didn’t completely understand the conversation around this action. In my head I drew the conclusion that made sense to me…we were collecting money for a gift. I wondered about this as the collection well beyond my team and to the whole office. I later asked one of my housemates what was going on. She explained to me that my colleague and her brother are both sick. One needs to see a specialist and one needs a special x-ray. In total they need about $100 to pay for both and the family doesn’t have the money. Having grown up with universal health care it still shocks me that people can’t get health care because they can’t pay for it. I assumed that we were collecting money for an “extra” not a necessity. A point of privilege.
This weekend I went on a lovely trip to another part of El Salvador with two busloads of youth and their families and a few other staff. We went to see an archaeological site and then went to a “huge” pool. The pool was a standard “municipal” pool in Canada, but for here it was enormous. There were signs all over to warn people that the water in the deep end was in fact, really deep. I quickly changed into my bathing suit, dropped my stuff off with a friend who was not going in the pool and then jumped into the deep end. I then looked around. There was hardly anyone in the deep end. Almost no one was wearing a bathing suit. People swim in street clothes. Most Salvadorenos/as don’t know how to swim. In fact on the bus people were commenting on what a shame it was that so much of the pool was wasted with deep water that so few could use. Another point of privilege…even in Canada most of the poor kids go the pool and many have at least a few swimming lessons.
The "huge" pool. Notice the palm trees at the sides. This is the deep end and there is no one in it! |
After almost 5 months, all my housemates were home at a reasonable hour and I was able to convince them to pose for a “nice” picture. Finally, here is the group of people who I live with during the week:
Soto: Soto's first name is Oswaldo, but everyone just uses his last name - Soto. He reminds me a lot of my Uncle Bruce. He is devoted to his family, likes to have fun and is very wise. Soto is the head of the team that works on water and mining issues. Soto and Alex generally cook breakfast. Soto makes baked plantains - very yummy. He also loves futbol (soccer), coffee and tortillas.
Note: Jenny wanted me to explain that I am a very lucky woman here. It is very rare to find men in El Salvador who cook and I have three in my weekday house - Alex, Soto and Vinicio and Jonathan on weekends.
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