This week was good. First thing that happened this week was the 31st of December. It was good we had 4 dinners all a ton of rice and reho narideno. It’s good so it was a good day. A lot of people do Munecos. They take an old shirt and pants and fill it full of paper and make a face and it’s a representation of the old year and the bad and starting fresh. So they always put a cigarette in its mouth and a bottle of alcohol in its hand and on the 31st they fill them full of fire crackers and these big ol bombs sometimes and then light them on fire at 12 o’clock. If in the neighborhood there are lots of people that do them they put them all in a pile and then light them on fire. At 12 everyone is lighting off tons of fire crackers but they are all made here with newspaper and are sketchy. They are a lot bigger than normal fire crackers and they have some big bombs too which are way sketchy. We were talking to an investigator and her daughter when she was 8 had a big bomb and it blew up in her hand and ripped off most of her fingers so they are sketchy. On the 31st it’s hard to sleep because the whole world is blowing up. At 12 o’clock it is the craziest. Our neighbors lit a maneco so we watched it from our porch. It was dope. I got some sick pictures of it. It was a good day.
The next day was a bummer. One of my recent converts had a baby but it died shortly after so on Saturday they had the funeral and it was just the family, a few friends and 8 of us missionaries. It’s sad to see how poor these people really are. They had found a spot between 2 of the concrete sepulchers and dug a hole and had got a little white coffin. The funeral was just a prayer and then we put the coffin in the ground and sung hymns while me and Morales and another guy filled it in. Once we filled it in we sat around and then all left. There was no marker, no cross, no nothing just a hole filled in. I felt bad for them. Life for the people here is tough. There is not much extra anywhere, it’s crazy to think about. The husband does construction which is a regular job but he probably makes less than 100 cords a day, like 4 dollars. They live in a shack where they cut out a flat spot on a hill. The day before the funeral me and Henriquez were walking and I found 200 cords in the gutter, super crazy. It is like 8 dollars. We were like God gave us this for Bladimir so we gave it to him and were like, “this isn’t from us God wants you to have this cause we found it in the gutter.” He was super grateful. Nicaragua is a tricky place to live.
Peace and Love,
Z
The next day was a bummer. One of my recent converts had a baby but it died shortly after so on Saturday they had the funeral and it was just the family, a few friends and 8 of us missionaries. It’s sad to see how poor these people really are. They had found a spot between 2 of the concrete sepulchers and dug a hole and had got a little white coffin. The funeral was just a prayer and then we put the coffin in the ground and sung hymns while me and Morales and another guy filled it in. Once we filled it in we sat around and then all left. There was no marker, no cross, no nothing just a hole filled in. I felt bad for them. Life for the people here is tough. There is not much extra anywhere, it’s crazy to think about. The husband does construction which is a regular job but he probably makes less than 100 cords a day, like 4 dollars. They live in a shack where they cut out a flat spot on a hill. The day before the funeral me and Henriquez were walking and I found 200 cords in the gutter, super crazy. It is like 8 dollars. We were like God gave us this for Bladimir so we gave it to him and were like, “this isn’t from us God wants you to have this cause we found it in the gutter.” He was super grateful. Nicaragua is a tricky place to live.
Peace and Love,
Z