Vicious circle

Fathers, mothers, young people running away, again leaving their homeland, leaving their kids. Some for lack of economic perspectives and some for political pursuit. For lack of money, some people run away without passport putting themselves in risk of lose the road of hope.
The nightmare that chase to Nicaraguan people some centuries, is once again is real.
Fathers and mothers that six years ago has start to wake up of their lethargy mood, while they look for a job and little by little had could hold the responsibility by themselves. Though they had a job with not a good salary, they earned enough to buy food and paid the scholar fees of their kids. And they were the proud enough that could be able to take their children away from child labor.
It hurt in the depths of my heart, to see with impotence, that the work that we made together with these parents from one day to another is in danger to sinking in nothingness. Is hard for me to keep the sight in the eyes of our sad children that cry for their father or mother. While their lips suffer in silently, their eyes, speak about the lack of affection, worryness, encouragement words and the scolding of their parents.
I already have 11 years living in Nicaragua and today, this town full of Nicaraguan people has gave me a big lesson. I can understand that feeling of want to fall asleep without wake up. This magical state of lethargy, that you wish to follow without nothing and nobody wake you up. I understand why, I understand why they has abandoned themselves.
I have learned to understand why our job was hard at the beginning, because we needed this big effort to wake them up from their apathy. I can see the big sacrifice that they made and how hard was to them to stand up, again. I appreciate more than before the confidence that they have placed on us and I admire that despite all they have not lost hope and once again they have decide walk this hard road.
(Priska Buchmann Scherer)