Sunday, January 17, 2010

New Blog

So as some of you may know I have been working on producing a film.
I started a blog to let people know details of the project.
Here you can post any questions or comments and stay updated.


Thank you all for your love and support.

womenandamovement.blogspot.com

the sun

the sun came out today!

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Severe weather is very real

I just returned back to Morocco from a vacation back home in the states which I will discuss in a later post but there are more pressing matters.
As soon as I arrived back to my home I was confonted with reality and dangers of nature. My ceiling in my house has begun to leak and mold.



Aside from what now seems like a minor problem I face in my house, I am faced with something scarier outside. The river, the water, the flooding. Houses are flooding, river is overflowing, walls have been broke, rocks are tumbling under rushes of rapids funneling through our valley. Water is thundering ouside of my house, haunting yet soothing in its grandocity.



We have been experiencing severe rains and the snow that accumulated has now melted and has joined the river to create a powerful force. Not only are homes in danger but so are peoples livelyhoods. Farms, with this seasons crops of carrots, potatoes and the like are destroyed. Plantations, years of hard work are washed away.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Rodent update

So I thought I was clever and put out a metal trap with a cookie inside but he ate it, uncaught and no crumbs left behind! I also stuffed a blanket under the crack of the door but he pushed through it, enough so that I could see it was large, gray and fast. Upon seeing me he retreated fortunately and called for me to reinforce my barricade efforts. After that night, my first sighting and the failure with the trap I put out a few more lures and did an obsessive cleaning of my house, searching high and low for any creature or creature gates. That night I did not have any bites. I think he might have left? How, I do not know.
Maybe he's still here... lurking around, playing it quiet until I give up my paranoia. Clever creatures.

Check him out

Some beautiful pictures of Morocco by a talented Moroccan photographer:

http://www.phototechnique.org/

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Rodents at night

I woke up last night with the feeling something was sniffing my hair. My room is so dark and quiet that sometimes I cannot tell if it is a dream or if I am awake. I thought maybe it was a ghost, that surprisingly comforted me but then logic slowly rolled in yet I refused to think more deeply into it. I settled on believing it was a puppy and dreamt of that for a while. Then again, something awoke me, I felt it. Something large was on my pillow by my head and what must have been its nose in my hair. I froze for a minute not knowing what to do. What if it bites?
I ran as fast as I could to the light switch and alas, I found nothing. I believe it to be a large rodent and it is taking up the same space as I am. At 4 am I found it nearly impossible to go back to sleep despite my drowsiness. I left the lights on, put on a movie, adorned my head with a thick wool cap and buried myself under my sheets.
What does one do when they find the rat I wonder? Am I supposed to kill it with my bare hands, or gently ask it if it would not mind living outside or in the barn next door. I am not sure if I can sleep soundly until I find the creature. I left a metal rat trap out with a cookie inside but I feel bad if it goes for the trick. The trap looks terrible and inhuman. And then, when I come home and it is in there, possibly still alive how do I free it from the metal jaws and where shall I put it?
Oh dear creature, I wish that you never stumbled into this house for we cannot be together but I must stay.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

The Wall

From the summer until this winter I have witnessed development and change from my own window. Some change good, some not so good. I used to have a view of the brook from my living room window but now I have the view of a tall, white obstructive wall. I am not the only one saddened by this addition but so is most of my village. It was an initiative I hear came from the Common Rural who is in charge of the area. People are upset about not only the aesthetics of the wall but also how it inhibits access to the running water that we occasionally need when the water is turned off for days at a time. The brook is used for washing dishes, clothes and collecting water for cleaning purposes. The wall follows the brook throughout the entirety of the village. It is double the high it was originally so that one standing next to it could not peak over the edge. The Common Rural then decided to paint it white, taking away from the natural look of our environment.
Almost every day for the two months work was being done on the wall there were arguments from the village folk who were protesting the wall. To add to the problem the men who had to camp out in front of the wall, in front of my house, appeared to have no respect for the land. They littered all over the place, and desecrated in what is my front lawn. As they were out of towners they also did not know who I was and would stare into my windows if I had them open and comment to me as I entered and left my house.
Aside from my own issues with the project I am most disappointed that none of the locals appeared to have been asked about this new addition. Two young men were also jailed in Meknes for it because they vocally expressed their disgust with the construction project and lack of respect for their land and environment. The wall has taken away the beauty of the visual element of the running brook and even the pleasant sounds of the running water.
People see this as just another example of the corruption in Morocco on the local government level. Many have told me that it is a project that the Common Rural could do so they can say they spent money on a project when in fact they will pocket the majority of the money for themselves. This is not the first time I have heard of things like this happening. In fact, I have heard this story all too much from so many different communities. When people stand up to these issues they get jailed, or put on a black list of sorts. It is your word against the authorities and the people’s word doesn’t mean much of anything. So the wall stays.
It is disappointing because the money could have been used for more practical issues such as the water pipes that have burst and are creating a lake in front of my house, or to finish the children’s center which was started a year and a half ago and hasn’t been worked on since I have been here, or the transportation problem that we have. It is difficult for me to have to remove myself from this issue as we are not and should not be involved in anything political but I need to at least make people aware of this corruption and clear violation of people’s human right of freedom of expression.

Technology Woes

My computer has been malfunctioning the past week. I even had to restart the whole thing and lost some pictures which is a little unsettling. As the loss of anything will, I have been contemplating about what this loss means to me. I am living in the mountains in Africa where people live off less than a dollar a day and I have wireless internet in my house, my Itunes playing at my whim and entertainment in the evening by watching the newest movie I received from swapping with other volunteers.
The days without my computer I felt unproductive, lonely and frustrated. But when I think about how I feel when I have it I also feel I should be out communicating face to face with people here, I feel bombarded by all of the information available at my fingertips. I think that I have become addicted to being connected and entertained by this machine. When it doesn’t work I read more, visit more people, I draw and cook more labor intensive dishes that pay off. Maybe this is a tool that I would do better without. Yet, how would I communicate with you as I am now? I think I need to set computer usage limits because I fear it may become my escape vehicle, inhibiting me from engaging more physically with my immediate environment.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Great Video on Moroccan Youth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avWCeo205b8&feature=player_embedded

Grande Taxis




There are many forms of transportation in Morocco and you usually have a variety of options. Aside from the more long-standing means, such as donkey’s, camels, mules and horses, people also are moving in more modern standard forms such as taxis, private cars, vans, pick-up trucks, bicycles, mo-peds, trains, airplanes and for the backpacking hiker or the Sheppard, by foot.
The vast majority of my transportation experiences have been in taxis and each experience is unique. I pick up taxis out of my hamlet to get into the larger town nearby. I frequently find myself waiting anywhere from 5 -30 minutes for transport. If I am lucky I might just be that last person to fill in the taxi. In general, taxis will not take off unless all seats of the car are filled to maximize efficiency and cost. A 5 mile ride into the larger town costs me 4 dh (.52). Almost all grand taxis in Morocco are old German Mercedes. It is a living testament to German car manufacturing until you look closer and notice that the only part of the car that still seems to be from the original is the body. Seats, steering wheel, mirrors, dashboards, and the like seem to be a smorgasbord of objects found here and there or older things re-acclimated for new purposes. I have seen plastic dish drainers used as replacements for the air filters in the car, bumper stickers on the front window at an attempt to hold together cracked glass and plastic vinyl or possible shower curtain as new interior for the doors. Common themes of the new vinyl interior tend to be leopard print or a vibrant arrangement of tropical fish.
Each taxi is uniquely its own on the inside. On the outside, in my larger taxi town all taxis must be a shade of split pea green. Also common to other towns is the classic white and the occasional bursts of color like burnt barn red or turquoise, however these are far and few between. Some taxis are also more reliable than others. One of my main taxi drivers out of my site has a push start car, meaning you literally get out of the car prior to take off and push it until the engine checks in. Then you hop in and drive into town. On this same car, the way back into the village the travel time can take a whie. As the ride back in is mostly downhill, the driver typically turns off his engine and coasts, slowly back in as not to waste gas. He also would not be aware of how much gas he is using as all of the instruments on his dashboard do not work such as speedometer, gas gauge and the like.
Dashboard decorations are also amusing for the passenger. You can see plastic flower arrangements surrounding the whole front window, little carpets for the dashboard, an assortment of hanging rearview mirror decorations, stickers and family pictures. I have however not seen any bobble heads which I feel would be a great addition to the collection. A whole row of bobble head dolls, each one bouncing in unison. What an entertaining distraction from the open road.
Another typical feature of taxis is the lack of window handle. If you want to roll down you window you should ask the driver for the one handle to attach onto your respective door to roll it down. However, it is important to know that most Moroccans do not generally like to have the windows down in the taxi; this is something you should be conscious of. I find myself however, in the heat of the summer in a packed taxi, with intermittent car sickness to request permission to roll down the windows. This brings me to the next point, the number of passengers per car. As I said earlier taxis generally will not take off unless they are filled to maximum capacity. If you are in a rush you can opt to buy another seat but this can get expensive. An added benefit however is that you can get the front seat to yourself and roll down the window. A typically taxi, at normal capacity will have the driver and two passengers in the front seat. In the back, four people are expected to fit. This does not take into account the size or girth of fellow passengers. It is to be known that on occasion a butt cheek, leg or foot will fall asleep. On shorter trips you should also not be surprised that the driver out of goodness of his heart will let more get into the taxi. An extra passenger can be found to squeeze in on the left side of the driver or if there is a child in the back he or she will be placed on a lap to make more room.
Infant transport is also a concern of mine. As are the lack of seatbelts and road mannerisms. For one, young children are generally tied up onto the mothers back and the mother rides in the taxi with the child still attached to her in this manner. Seatbelts are a joke, your luck if you find one but even if you do, taxis at their passenger quota does not comply with the seatbelt arrangement in the car. Road manners are typically inexistent. Your car will most likely not follow a speed limit. If there is a car in front of yours, expect that your taxi will try to pass it even if he sees there is traffic in the oncoming lane. Occasionally passengers in the taxi will let the driver know if they agree it’s a good time to pass or not. Near death experiences are a possibility however drivers have seen to turn it into an art form.
Driver and passenger relationships are also dynamic. As some people take the same taxi frequently they get to really know their driver and become close friends. There is typically a lot of conversation in rides between strangers as well. Conversations, from what I have been able to grasp due to my language have revolved around the messages of God, town dramas or the price of vegetables at the market.
Music is also a stimulus during your journey. The driver generally has control and will put in his cassette tapes or a CD, whichever deck he has personally inserted into his car. Music choices in my area generally consist of listening to the Koran, Berber high pitched music that I cannot decipher, or select Arabic singers. I often do not hear a variety. I have become accustom to the few songs that I hear. If a driver has the music off, a passenger, typically a young male, will fill in the silent void with his high-tech musical cell phone. These songs are generally more modern and Western. You are likely to hear rappers like 50 cents, Tupac, or club music. If they only knew what the words translated into I wonder if they would still be allowed to play those songs in this country. Either way, I prefer the silence and a front seat to myself with the windows down.