Week 2
My blog is one day too late. But actually it depends from which cultural background you judge. My western part feels guilty, as I set the deadline on Monday. My Bolivian part, on the other hand, for as far as I’m integrated now, feels that I blogged perfectly on time! Just a little example of how things go here. Waiting, waiting and more waiting…
Tuesday 09:45 - The only place where things go as they’re supposed to go are between the four walls of El Deber. Georgina, my supervisor trusted me with a photo camera and a recorder to - all by myself- interview mr. Osman Arandic for a Christmas special of El Debercito. The appointment was set at 10:00 and at 09.45 sharp, I stepped into the car that would take me to Acri Color, the place where my interviewee owned his art studio. During the ride I was imagining all sorts of doom scenarios that could happen. What if the camera broke down, or the recorder didn’t work, or, in the worst case what if the guy turns out to be a total freak and kidnap me??
But WHAT, if one of those things actually come true?!!
Luckily, it wasn’t the latter but I still couldn’t believe this was happening! The camera really wasn’t functioning at all. We both tried for at least 20 minutes to make the little thing work again, but without any success…
Though in the taxi on my way back to El Deber, without an interview and without photos, the camera suddenly worked again!! The little b*stard! Luckily Georgina wasn’t mad at all, although I think she didn’t really understand my explanation about the camera, and she rescheduled the appointment to the next day. Everything went fine then!
20:00 - I’m waiting for Teresa to pick me up for the dance school… already one hour…
She hasn’t called yet, I can’t reach her either and I’m starting to doubt if we really had an appointment or if I had totally misunderstood her in Spanish. I decided not to wait any longer and went to the city with girls. Half an hour later, Teresa called to apologise and if it was possible to reschedule to tomorrow. Sure… I didn’t have anything better to do anyway (I mean that).
Wednesday 15.00 – At the dance school we agreed on free classes in exchange for lessons. This would be my first day as a salsa teacher and also my first day as an Argentinean tango student. But I waited one hour, two hours.. To eventually hear that there wouldn’t be any classes today. It’s really amazing how bad people can plan here! But then I also realised I wasn’t in Holland and that I should try to take things more relaxed and accept that things aren’t as strict here.
Thursday 13:30 - Teresa, bank, waiting, not gonna happen…
16:00 – Again I’m at the dance school. And again I get to hear there won’t be any salsa classes today. Instead there was a birthday of one of the kids from the school. It’s quite a relief because I was being pretty nervous of having to explain everything in Spanish, on the other hand it’s starting to annoy me a bit as well. They could’ve known yesterday that there wouldn’t be any classes. I spent the day with Nina, the owner, talking and strolling around in the city, waiting (again) until the 19:00 classes would start. At 18:30 Dorien joined me to take tango classes, but again, we went home with just another experience of waiting. The birthday went on for too long and the classes were rescheduled to the next day.
Conclusion: patience really is the magic word here and without it, it’s impossible to survive! That’s definitely the most important lesson I learnt this week!









