Dear readers,
About a month ago, I reported on my blog about a friend who was searching for his birth mother and relatives in Guatemala. He was adopted at birth, during Guatemala’s civil war, and grew in the US. He is now on a journey to find out who is family are. I will call him JD (not to be confused with Jack Daniels, but it would be funny if he had a partner called Coke). While I try and make the blog uniquely Catracho/Brit, there deserves to be some Chapine in there as well.
He has been posting his revelations on Facebook. Please find them below.
September 20th, 2014
The last two days have been filled with adventure and beauty, success and frustration. In many ways those words embody an archetype of my perception of Latin America.
Day 1: Visited the Civil Registry. I was able to get my own birth certificate, which is a huge step in getting my own national id. My mother, father, nor brother are in the system of birth certificates and have not registered for national ids.
Day 2: Visited two other government offices – taxes and national census. Again no family can be found in the records. Also, learned of a legal technicality affecting my own national id, unless I want to have my last name represented incorrectly.
Ni modo. I have already spent amazing time in Guatemala trying new street food, riding chicken buses, and taking in the amazing and colorful sights and sounds. Now off to more Guate adventuring!
September 23rd, 2014
A great day of progress.
1st, I finalized my application for my national id. Not sure if my last name will be represented incorrectly, but I will have the official doc in 30 days.
2nd, visited the hospital that attended my mother in 1984. It was so interesting to visit and think she and I had been there years before. The medical record dept was helpful and the oldest employee there looked for my mother’s file. After 10 years, documents are discarded so the record books from ’84 were no longer in existence.
3rd, I visited a girl’s home that had cared for one of my sisters. The director, a sharp woman who had worked there for 25 years, read all of my documents and was supportive of my cause. Unfortunately, they also had not kept old records. But, they started calling girls who had grown up in the home and may have known my sister. They assured me that there was great hope I would find my mother.
September 25th, 2014
New clues! They found two of my siblings in the national database, finally! So I have two new birthdates, and places of origin to pursue.
Everything is pointing towards a department about 3 hours west, where I plan to visit Sunday.
Yesterday I returned to my mother’s town of origin. The municipality was super helpful trying to locate documents and also calling all their family asking if my mother’s last name sounded familiar.
Tomorrow I return there to take a truck another hour into the mountains to a community where all of the people with that last name live.
The adventure continues!
September 26th, 2014
Hot on the trail!
Today we found the data for a third sibling, my oldest sister. Better than just finding her data, we learned that she had updated her national id within the past couple of years. The local national registry office would not give me her address over the phone, but I can request it in person.
The documents I have say that my mother and father had lived in a department 3 hours west of where I am staying in the capital. The recently acquired documentation on my siblings lists them as having been born in the same area. And, as of a couple of years ago, my oldest sister was still living there.
Much like in the US, in small towns, everyone knows everyone. At this point in the search, it is a matter of showing up in the community and asking if anyone recognizes my mother’s or siblings’ names. Last week I was not sure they would still be there, but after these recent clues I have a strong feeling that they are there. If I find one of my sisters or brothers, it is almost guaranteed they will be able to connect me with my mother.
I am dying of anticipation to get on a bus and go, but I will wait until Sunday when I have someone to accompany me on my journey. Hopefully I find a sibling just by asking around, but if not, Monday I can visit the local national registry and ask for my sister’s address. Either way, the future is looking bright.
September 30th, 2014
Well, these last few days were not quite what I expected. The towns I visited were a lot bigger than I had imagined – “pueblos” in Guatemala are nothing like the pueblos I know from Nicaragua.
It was surreal being there, because of the thought that any person could be a relative in some distant way.
Asking around the community for my parents and siblings led to a lot of dead end clues. I am not sure if that means we did not ask the right person, or if it means none of them are still living in the town. It could also mean that they are in the area, but in a smaller little community in the country side.
On the upside, I still have new clues. The local national registry gave me the address information for my oldest sister. Turns out she did register for an id update in the last year and listed the community and neighborhood where she lives. On the downside, at that time she was living on the border with Belize a couple of days travel away by bus. Fortunately, I have a contact there who is helping me ask around for her.
Hopefully they will connect.