Paranoia, my best mate has had a baby, other English people & dodgy taxes – part one

Hi all

It’s been two weeks since I last wrote. It’s not been quite as eventful for myself since then, but things are moving well in terms of job hunting. Interviews had dried up for a while and it was worrying me a bit. I have now got two interviews next week which is a relief and it shows some of my hard work is paying off.

I will start by talking about paranoia. It was inevitable after being mugged that I would feel uneasy walking on the streets. The thing is, it isn’t helped from hearing horror stories every now and again about near kidnappings, people being shot when driving off in a car jacking, gangs investigating people, seeing what people have and then rob them. I didn’t want to be like this, looking over my shoulder every few seconds and paranoid about every youth who passes by in the street. I get lots of funny looks because I’m chele. But it is ironic that when I go to Casa Alianza or Casa Domingo and I’m talking to street youths, I don’t feel one bit scared. They are good people and I like raising awareness of their plight and promoting their human rights. On the streets, it’s a different matter.

It can frustrate me that the policing system here can be absolutely demented. It’s very easy of me to correct the wrongs of coppers here and say what they should be doing, but that would be too easy. It annoys me that I get stopped in the street and get bullied about not having the original documents with me by coppers looking to make a quick buck, but when it comes to tracking a murder or an actual crime, they can’t be arsed. Some of them are poorly paid and have some many murders in the street to investigate, but this is always the excuse. They don’t really protect anyone. Only themselves. Nobody says it is wrong. Nobody polices the police. It happens everyday and the government don’t do anything. Criminals know that they can get away with committing horrendous crimes and make a profit (many say that the police are the criminals, but I would prefer not to state that myself). Pulperias too have a hard life making a profit, but then have to hand over a massive percentage of their takings to gangs, who sit their waiting for their money and do fuck all with their lives; apart from committing other crimes. Knowing that you aren’t protected can increase that horrid feeling of paranoia and isolation. It’s not nice. And it’s not fair on the millions of innocent people who have to live in fear.

One thing my friend Jorge Oqueli told me the other day was that Menin, the director of Casa Alianza, was commenting on the up and coming party elections. One of his greatest concerns is that neither the right-sided Nacional or socialist Libre party have nothing to say about street youths or any plans to help them. The problems will drag on or left to NGOs to sort out. I suppose the only positive of this is that no lies are being told, no false hopes are being filled and so expectations remain the same. But should it be like this? Why all the political indifference towards street kids? What good comes of it? Why not give these people a chance to prove themselves? I gave them a chance at Casa Alianza and I could see how strong they are, how capable they can be. They are the youth, the future of tomorrow, develop them now and you’re developing your country. Throwing away the lives of street youths has no sense. Give them an opportunity and you’re building something positive, rather than a life of delinquency (not all street youths are criminals by the way). Too much money is spent on military here, or it’s just stolen by politicians. It grates me. It really fucks me off.

I am going to include an old b-side track by the trustworthy Noel Gallagher which pretty much sums up my feels on mood now about the situation we have here. It’s called Sad Song.

I have a bone to pick with DHL and taxes here. Some clever money-making scumbag in the tax department here in Honduras puts tax on ALL items coming into Honduras, even on items sent by courier services. You can pay a shit load to send a package here via DHL or whichever company and some dirty fingers will want a slice of the pie. Whats more, DHL do not tell people this when they send packages, and they have stopped the service that helps people collect their packages at a lower fee. I doubt very much that any of that tax money will ever go back to the people. Tax services – scum. DHL – scum. Manchester United who have DHL sponsors – scum. Below is a picture that sums up my feelings of DHL.

About Nicholas Rogers

I am an English journalist/copywriter living in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, and I have been here since 2011. I originally came to work with Casa Alianza, which supports street kids and vulnerable youths. I then stayed on, after meeting Pamela Cruz Lozano, who calls me her adopted Catracho. I work freelance journalism and I have my own translation business. Why did I come here? For the challenge, to open my mind and get out of my comfort zone. I love literature and I've written a book with street kids. I write novels, short stories and poetry, all of which you will find on this blog, as well as a lot of information about Honduras. View all posts by Nicholas Rogers

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