nt of my free labor. Monday I woke up at 8 and a half in the morning.
"Guten Morgen Henner"
"Guten Morgen. Ich gehe jetzt arbeiten, um 10 Vergiss nicht ein Taxi zu nehmen "I answer my father with agovio.
At 10 am in MH del Pilar str. A guard helps me get a taxi that brings me to the Manila Hotel. Jun, GK conductor picks me up and carried me BASEC, a community built by GK. We came to this camp and June teaches me how families live. For the first time in my life I feel that those whites visiting a refugee camp in Africa feel. Or something similar. School children greet me in unison.
"Guuud mornin, how aar youuu?"
And I, with no other option, Smile as they wait to do knowing that they know that I know I feel a little forced. Before entering a house, Jun tells them quickly in Tagalog, convinced that I do not understand any word and wrong because I understand what it means to "junk", "formal" and "visit" (shared with English words) to do everything possible , to improvise to give the best picture. The incomodez seizes me. I feel that they feel a kind of inferiority to me. Feeling utterly absurd and, luckily understand that it is false when it comes time to eat. June brings me to the community office, where he managed all need. There I presented the architect, secretary, accountant, teacher and others between 28 and 65. At first Iwonderful just as they do to see a European. The first thing you make of me: "Oh, you ar Biutiful!" Is to take pictures with me. Well, why not?
The room is very small (about 20 square meters). I join the table where the roles switched. No longer I who question the operation of the community, but they who want to know about me, Spain and Germany.
"What is your name?"
"Julia, from Germany" answers in June without giving me an alternative or option to invent any other identity.
"Ohh like Julia Roberts?"
"That Will Be easy to keep in mind!"
When enecima once again for the course of my life, people in and out of the sr home, to give disgust. Do not feel bad, but I do not like consistency and I swallow it without chewing much. Luckily I had not done much. My image is saved and is no longer in any danger, the companions are proud to have a visitor who likes both the Philippines.
When the end of my visit, Tito Tito (Uncle Tito) leads me to the official office of GK on the other side of Manila. Jaja, a Teamleader tells me that on Wednesday a group of volunteers will leave for Quezon to build houses and will return on Sunday. As I still am not part of any project and as yet not clear in that sector takes part, Jaja advised me to go to Quezon to experience what it is built. Okay, one more experience that he should notover there, Burger King, Pizza Hut, Pollo Campero, Popeyes. In fact we forgot we were here.
"Dear shoppers, we wish you an enjoyable shopping" communicated the speakers.
Then they called the attention of all fireworks looks. The center was paralyzed for viewing. God, I'm in Honduras! But in Honduras more modern and less dangerous.
Most curious of all this esque, against our will, we left the center later and no shopping bag in hand.
a very strange world, familiar.
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