Report on our Trip to Ica, Peru

Finally got to head down south again, and see the results of our project for ourselves! I think when I look back on my year in Peru, this earthquake relief effort will be rank as one of the projects I'm proudest of. Here's my official report on what we did last week.

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The team in front of a house with roofing provided by SBP.

On Thursday, February 7, a group representing the Misión Reformada en el Perú joined Sociedad Biblica Peruana on their eleventh voyage to the south, to deliver aid to the victims of the August 15 earthquake. The group from MRP consisted of Missionary Bill Bradford, Pastor and Administrator Jaime Avellaneda, Lawson Konvalinka of our Microfinance program, and Clara Lee in Communications. The group from SBP included project manager Manuel Ortiz, María Chamán, Fiorella Pomareda, and Sonia León from MISIUR.

The Misión Reformada en el Perú (MRP) is based in Trujillo, in the north of Peru. We had sent out a call for help to our supporters in the United States shortly after the earthquake, and Pastor Jaime Avellaneda had made two previous trips to the earthquake zone, but the mission was located too far away to execute an aid project. Therefore we decided to support Sociedad Biblica's project to bring aid to the rural regions of Castrovirreyna in Huancavelica, and the areas surrounding Ica. This was our first opportunity to join SBP on one of their voyages to see the impact that the project was having.

We left Lima around 5am in two rented 4x4 pickup trucks and drove south along the Panamericana Highway, passing more and more piles of rubble and empty lots where buildings had fallen down. It appeared that some cleanup had taken place, and water, roads and electricity all seemed to be back to normal, but not much reconstruction had actually been accomplished. We finally arrived in the town of San Jose de los Molinos outside of Ica around 10am. Here Manuel Ortiz, SBP's project manager, convened with the local authorities before we headed on to Galagarza, a farming community under the jurisdiction of San Jose de los Molinos.

The community consisted of a number of shelters made of woven straw mats and plastic sheets, held together by wooden poles. There were a few conspicuous new brick buildings, unfinished, which had been built by an NGO but were still lacking roofs. The residents told us our calaminas (corrugated metal roofing material) were an answer to prayer!

After a word of greeting and encouragement from Manuel and Fiorella Pomareda (also of SBP), we began to unload the truck and register the aid recipients. Each family had pre-registered with the municipal government to receive 30 square meters of calaminas, as well as a Bible and one blanket per child. Now they had to line up and sign the registry before receiving a ticket to claim their aid at the truck.

It was near midday, and the sun was blazing hot as the young men hired with the truck hauled nearly 1500 pieces of sheet metal and heavy bundles of blankets out for distribution. The team from MRP and SBP helped distribute Bibles, blankets and nails and took pictures of each recipient as an additional record-keeping measure. Most of the residents claiming their aid were women with children, some of them elderly; most of the men in the community were out working. There was also a crowd of children, teenagers and stray dogs gathered to watch the excitement.


After nearly five hours of distribution, we enjoyed some fresh watermelon and packed up the truck. Over 100 families had received roofing. As we gathered in a local bodega to eat a lunch prepared for us, about ten women filed in to thank us for bringing help. They particularly thanked us for the Bibles, and expressed their excitement at being able to read the word of God for themselves for the first time. Throughout the trip we were struck by the people's openness and desire for Bibles and Christian teaching. Perhaps the earthquake, with both the suffering and the aid that had followed, had opened their hearts to their need for God and for answers beyond this life.

Afterwards we visited a few more communities, some of them possibilities for future aid trips, before spending the night in Ica and heading back to Lima the next day. After seeing so much destruction, and so many people reduced to living in straw huts, we felt newly moved by the need there, as well as greatly encouraged by the organization, transparency, and foresight of Sociedad Biblica's project. To date nearly 900 families have received roofing, blankets and Bibles, many of them in time for the season of heavy rains. We thank God for this project, and for the honor of being a small part of His plan to restore the lives of the campesinos of Southern Peru.

Contrast the sheltering capabilities of a typical straw-and-plastic house...

...with a new sheet-metal roof.

Fun for No Money

I've commented in a previous blog entry that everything Americans do for fun costs money. In New York, for example, people hang out at restaurants, theaters and bars. (This is actually more of a necessity than an extravagance; they usually don't have the time to cook, the space to host in their crash-pad apartments, or live too far out in the outer boroughs, Jersey or Long Island, and end up "commuting" to social functions in Manhattan.)

Peruvians have some of the same hosting limitations, but don't have the financial resources to go out to eat whenever they want. Fortunately, when everybody's got limited cash, everyone has more incentive to get creative, and usually no one makes plans that cost more than about 5 soles ($1.75) without warning everyone in advance or finding ways to cover those who can't pay. Some examples of creative ways to have fun for little (or no) money:

• Take up a collection (pass the hat!) to split on a group meal, such as a pizza or a whole rotisserie chicken.
• Cook for everyone, and take up a collection afterward for the cost of the groceries (usually quite cheap. This is also, by the way, how most fundraisers here are done).
• A good old-fashioned game of fulbito (that's football/soccer, modified to play on a neighborhood basketball court).
  
• Stuff 6 people to a cab, or take public transportation, to the beach or other hangout (and bring lunch with you).
• Buy a bootleg karaoke DVD (~$1) and invite everyone over to your house to enjoy some classics of Latin pop, rock or reggaeton.
• Invite everyone over to your house for a party and play someone's bootleg MP3's, or throw a "pijamada" (a slumber party, which is surprisingly popular among adult women here, probably because it costs little or no money).

The classic example of fun for no money, however, is the Peruvian birthday party. I've been to a bunch of them, either for other American interns within the mission or for Peruvian friends from the local churches, and together they have caused me more culture shock than any wedding, church service, or other social function I can think of!

For one thing, they're often spontaneous, usually planned the day of. As in, "Hey, it's so-and-so's birthday, let's all go to so-and-so's house tonight, the more the merrier..." In New York you need to plan a month in advance if you want anyone to show up, and even so half your guest list will be working late or out of town. Also, Peruvian birthday parties start late and end even later (staying til midnight is traditional), and it's rude to leave early!

Second, almost none of the parties I've been to had gifts. It's simply not expected! Some people dress up a little, but many wear the same outfit you see them in every other day. Third, everyone always sits in a big circle. You walk in, greet every single person in the room with a handshake or a kiss on the cheek, and take a seat in one of the chairs lined up against the wall. You may try to make polite conversation with the people near you, or you may just talk across the room until whoever's serving as the emcee gets up, and the games begin.

The games, by the way, are the fullest expression of fun for no money. A game may involve anything from drawing an embarrassing task out of a hat (like getting down on one knee to "declare your love" to whoever the emcee feels like picking on that night), to "mind volleyball" where you call out people's names and they respond by calling out the next person's without missing a beat, to the "hueco", a physical game like musical chairs but more fun. One game involves borrowing two people's sweaters or neckties, and having a "race" to see when the second sweater (which each person must tie around their neck once, then pass it on) will catch up with the first sweater (which each person must double-knot and untie before passing it on, thereby traveling slower). Another game involves tossing a glove around the circle, to which the recipient responds, "Por qué me tiras el guante?" (Why did you throw me the glove?), to which the thrower must think of something clever to say which rhymes with glove, or "guante". (This game would be more fun if I knew Spanish well enough to be clever, or to understand others' clever remarks.)

The purpose of all of these games is not to win, but to punish whoever loses. It's called the "castigo". Whoever messes up their line, or gets caught with the balloon, or the two sweaters, or gets caught out of their seat during the "hueco" game, has to undergo some sort of public humiliation. If you're lucky, you'll get off with doing a little dance where you have to shake your tailfeather (or "colita"); if you're not you may end up blindfolded and undergoing a prank, or forced to leave the room while the emcee points to random people saying, "Do you want to marry him? How about him?" while you call out every insult and embarrassing reason you can think of, much to the delight of everyone in the room.

Obviously these games get very silly, and these parties in general are the polar opposite of the trendy dinner-and-drinks birthday parties that are popular in New York. I don't very much like getting "punished" in the ways described above, but I can also see how we New Yorkers or Westerners have become so image-conscious that we've lost the ability to be silly & embarrass ourselves in front of people (which it turns out is a very effective group-bonding mechanism). These parties also include everyone present from start to finish, instead of leaving guests on their own, to form cliques or choose who they want to talk to, often leaving out the rest.

Among the other embarrassing birthday traditions here are the "huevo" - cracking a raw egg on the birthday boy or girl's head - and the "mordida", making the birthday boy or girl take a bite out of the cake after blowing out the candles, and while in mid-bite, partially shoving it in their face. Cruel, or all in good fun? It all depends on how self-conscious, and individualistic vs. group-oriented, you are.

A final aspect of these parties is the speech-making. Toward the end of the party, everyone goes around in a circle sharing some personal sentiments about the birthday boy or girl. Sometimes these are pretty contrived, but sometimes they are truly touching or sweet.

At the end of the day, despite the risk of getting "punished" or feeling lost in the midst of all the chatter and joking in Spanish, I find myself looking forward to these social gatherings, and I often leave feeling a little closer to my group of friends here in Peru, and only a few soles poorer.


***Note: Since posting this blog, I have been told that the games described above are a feature of evangelical churches in Peru, not Peruvians in general, and that the custom of silly group activities may have been imported by Baptist missionaries! This is intriguing, because the Korean churches I grew up in also played silly games, which were not typical of Korean culture in general - might this also be the work of foreign missionaries? If anybody finds out, let me know...