Nomadin
Social worker, counsellor, executive coach, psychic, medium and humanist.
The wish, the urge to travel is in my genes, heart, soul, mind and spirit.
I like to travel slowly to meet people and culture.
I’m local and home where I am right now.
Baca lagi
🇩🇴Samaná
  • Kampf um das PIPI und PUPU Behältnis

    11 Mei 2021, Republik Dominika ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C

    Wer mich kennt wird die Aussage «Claudia kann sich durchsetzen» sofort und ohne Widerspruch unter Eid beschwören.

    Aber was, wenn ich einer fremden Kultur bin, der Sprache nur halbwegs mächtig und sehr krank im Krankenhaus erschöpft, demoralisiert und praktisch jeglicher Selbstkontrolle beraubt darnieder liege? Mal sehen. Immer mal erst freundlich fragen.

    Um mich schwirrt noch der Verdacht einer Magen-Darmerkrankung. Und SICHER eine bakterielle welche sofort das generelle Wundermittel erfordert. Nein, nicht das Gleiche Antibiotika wie dasjenige für die vermutete Lungenentzündung. ANDERE! NEUE! Es stellt sich die legitime Frage ob die Ärzte nicht pro Dosis prozentual beteiligt sind.

    Noch auf der Notfallstation beauftragt mich meine behandelnde Ärztin JETZT gleich mal PIPI und PUPU zu produzieren und diesen ominösen Labormenschen zu überlassen.
    Ich bin sicher andere können NOW produzieren. Ich kann das nicht auf Befehl und per erlassenes Dekret hin.
    Will ich das? Schliesslich ist das etwas höchst persönliches. Was wenn sich unter den Labormenschen ein PIPI und PUPU Fetischist tummelt? Wäre der perfekte Arbeitsort! Weiss Gott was der damit anstellt??? Das ist doch hochnotpeinlich.

    Gut, Mary Tudor die Blutige wird beauftragt ein geeignetes Behältnis dafür herbei zu schaffen.

    __________________________________________________
    Die Linie, welche in einem Krankenhaus auf dem Monitor anzeigt ob das angeschlossene Lebewesen noch unter uns weilt oder eben nicht mehr.
    Das ist der Motivationsgrad von Mary Tudor der Blutigen besagte Gefässe herbei zu schaffen. Nur um das zu klären, niemand hat gesagt sie solle es herbei ZAUBERN.

    Nächster Tag, Montag, auf dem Zimmer, frage ich die Krankenschwester der Morgenschicht danach.
    Gleichentags frage ich die Krankenschwester der Abendschicht danach.
    _______________________________________________________

    Dienstag das Gleiche. Unterdessen frage ich mich. Sind die Behältnisse aus Silber und werden vom Krankenhaus Personal im Gefässe-für-PIPI-und-PUPU- Markt verscherbelt? Sind sie ausgegangen? Gab es einen Magendarm erkrankungs-tsunami in Las Terrenas?

    Nächster Tag Mittwoch. Die Ärztin fragt nach, ihr wisst schon. Wie denn jetzt ? Ohne….ihr wisst schon. Eine Krankenschwester wird zitiert und beauftragt. Die Visite endet, das Behältnis manifestiert sich nicht.

    Da ich diese Behältnisse nicht unbedingt brauchte habe ich nicht besonders energisch danach gefragt. Sehr freundlich zweimal am Tag.

    Am Donnerstag erbarmt sich das Universum und ein Wunder geschieht. Die PIPI-und-PUPU Gefässe sind da!!! Jubel! Heiterkeit!

    Ich bin jetzt aber verstopft.

    Das nächste um was ich kämpfe ist ein mobiler gefüllter Sauerstofftank. Das war ein etwas dringlicheres Behältnis.
    Wenn Frau an Schläuchen hängt und sich kaum bewegen kann, ist es echt mühsam in den Krieg zu ziehen nur damit man gescheit atmen kann.
    Baca lagi

  • The ER

    4 Mei 2021, Republik Dominika ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    The emergency ward
    I'm barely lying on the collar in the emergency room; "Insurance card, please?" asks the pale, somewhat harried looking employee from the emergency administration department.
    He has this professional look on his face; I-know-it's-terrible-for-you-but-I-must-ask-you-for-money-anyway. Not a fun job either. I fumble it out of my pocket and fall back, exhausted. I can barely catch my breath. What would he DO if I wasn't responsive? Not treat me? Give me expired medications?
    An emergency department is a full-time perpetual panic situation.
    Doctors are driven by this urgent, internalized desire to save lives. The black devil they like to paint on the wall, weighing heavily on their shoulders.
    The doctor examines me. Anamnesis/diagnosis. Antibiotics. Which is NOT a DIAGNOSTIC, doctor, it’s a DRUG! Suddenly the doctor is gone and the nurse wants to inject me antibiotics which then WILL set up a monster search party in my body, aggressively armed to search for bitter evil bacteria. I resist; SUCCESSFULLY!
    What if it doesn't have any of these vicious, homicidal creatures?
    Well, then the antibiotic gets even nastier than the bacteria and as revenge it just kills the nice bacteria. No thanks. Please lab results first.
    After X-ray and CT a correct (and yet not so correct) diagnosis: pneumonia. Bacteria? Viruses? Who knows.
    I tell the nurse several times that putting an IV in the back of my hand won't help.
    I feel so bad that I can't get through. So incredibly bad.
    She stabs the back of my hand, blood bath. She then puts it in my beautiful, clearly throbbing star vein in the crook of my left arm. All good. I call her Maria Tudor the Bloody, she features prominently later.
    Moving into my single room with ensuite bathroom. Hygienically clean, almost. Only a small, busy line of ants along the wall. That's okay, they are not as sneaky as the antibiotics!
    Airconditioning on full blast; outrageously helpful for pneumonia.

    Later in the room, various drugs drip into said star vein. Meanwhile also antibiotics, no more will to contradict in me. The doctor sticks her head halfway into the door and casually asks if I am allergic to any medication. She had forgotten to take my drug and allergic history. I'm dead now. The end.
    Baca lagi

  • Die Notfallstation

    4 Mei 2021, Republik Dominika ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    Ich habe diesen Bericht 10 Tage nach Klinikaustritt geschrieben.

    Kaum liege ich im Notfall auf dem Schragen; «Versicherungskarte, bitte?» fragt der blasse, etwas gequälte aussehende Mitarbeiter aus der Abteilung Administration im Notfall.
    Er hat diesen professionellen Gesichtsausdruck; Ich-weiss-es-geht-Ihnen-schrecklich-aber ich-muss-Sie-trotzdem-nach-Geld-fragen Ausdruck im Gesicht. Auch kein lustiger Job. Ich fische sie aus meiner Tasche und falle erschöpft zurück. Ich bekomme kaum Luft. Was würde sie TUN wenn ich nicht ansprechbar wäre? Mich nicht behandeln? Mir abgelaufene Medikamente geben?
    Eine Notfallstation ist eine Vollzeit immerwährende Paniksituation.
    Die Ärzte sind getrieben vom diesem drängendem, internalisierten Wunsch Leben zu retten. Den schwarze Teufel, den Sie gerne an die Wand malen, schwer lastend auf den Schultern.
    Die Ärztin untersucht mich. Anamnese/Diagnose. Antibiotika. Was NATÜRLICH keine Diagnose ist. Plötzlich ist die Ärztin weg und die Krankenschwester will mir Antibiotika spritzen welches dann in meinem Körper einen Monstersuchtrupp aufstellt und aggressiv bewaffnet nach bitterbösen Bakterien sucht. Ich wehre mich; ERFOLGREICH!
    Was wenn es keine von diesen boshaften, gemeingefährlichen Lebewesen hat?
    Na, dann wird die Antibiotika noch garstiger als die Bakterien und als Rache macht es einfach die lieben Bakterien kaputt. Nein danke. Bitte erst Labor Resultate.
    Nachdem Röntgen und CT eine richtige (und doch nicht so richtige) Diagnose: Lungenentzündung. Bakterien? Viren? Frau weiss es nicht.
    Ich sage der Krankenschwester mehrere Male, dass Zugang legen in meinem Handrücken nix bringt.
    Mir geht es so schlecht, dass ich mich nicht mehr durchsetzen kann. Also unglaublich schlecht.
    Sie sticht in den Handrücken, Blutbad. Sie legt ihn dann in meine wunderschöne, deutlich pochende Starvene in der linken Armbeuge. Alles gut. Ich nenne sie Maria Tudor die Blutige, sie kommt später noch prominent vor.
    Einzug auf Bettenstation. Einzelzimmer mit Bad. Hygienisch sauber, also fast. Nur eine kleine, fleissige Ameisenstrasse der Wand entlang. Ist okay, die sind längst nicht so hinterlistig wie die Antibiotika! Klimaanlage auf vollen Touren; Unerhört hilfreich bei Lungenentzündung.

    Später auf dem Zimmer; verschiedene Medikamente tropfen in besagte Starvene. Unterdessen auch Antibiotika, kein Fünkchen Widerspruchswille mehr in mir. Die Ärztin steckt den Kopf halb zur Tür rein und fragt so ganz nebenbei, ob ich auf irgendwelche Medikamente allergisch reagiere. Sie hatte vergessen die Medikamenten Anamnese zu machen.
    Bin jetzt tot. Ende.
    Baca lagi

  • Transplant Coral Logs

    29 April 2021, Republik Dominika ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    Claudiazul and myself are here in a volunteer program with the organization “Aldea de Paz”. We clean reefs (not me…..).For marine conservation they work together wit CEPSE, a local marine conservation program. Since many weeks a major coral log transplant of 600!!! logs are being prepared. Dry runs outside and in the sea. The coral have been planted, nursed, cleaned, monitored until big enough to transplant them into existing reefs. Along with nails, hammers, ropes and more tools, the logs this week slowly have been transferred from Samana to Las Terrenas and further to the destinated reef. Today about 30 people in three boats left for the mission.
    In teams of two, each teams has to attach with hammer and nail 60 coral logs onto the rock. Hoping the corals will grow and survive.
    Tomorrow they go out again. Claudiazul will come back with underwater pictures!
    Baca lagi

  • Heilmeditation meines medial Zirkels

    24 April 2021, Republik Dominika ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    Liebe Nicole, liebe Heilmeditationsteilnehmer

    Ich bin seit Samstag den 17.4.2021 im Krankenhaus mit der Lungenentzündung. Vorher eine Woche zu Hause mit asthmatischer Bronchitis. Übers Wochenende ging erst besser, dann steil bergab.
    Die Antibiotika griffen nicht.

    Ihr habt die Heilmeditation am Mittwochabend 21.4. gemacht. Für mich war es 13.00. Das Erste Bild ist von meinem Mittwochmorgen. Die anderen vier nach eurem Input am Nachmittag.
    Worte sagen mehr als Bilder. Seither gehr es bergauf, heute kann ich entlassen werden.

    Es könnte die Hypothese aufgestellt werden, dass die Antibiotika sich am Mittwoch Mittag “spontan und plötzlich” entschlossen hätten zu wirken.
    Die zeitliche Übereinstimmung und die schnelle, drastische Verbesserung meines Befindens sind meines Erachtens schon fast empirische Evidenz, dass eure Heilmeditation der absolute Hammer und extrem wirkungsvoll war.
    Baca lagi

  • Steile Lernkurve beim krank sein

    15 April 2021, Republik Dominika ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Wie schon im Facebook Post erwähnt bin ich jetzt seit mittlerweilen 6 Tagen ziemlich krank. Mehrheitlich (oder sogar nur?) wegen eigener Achtlosigkeit. Das ist nett ausgedrückt. Ich würde sagen aus purer Dummheit:-).
    Aber was habe ich gelernt!
    - Es ist gut eine Ärztin (wenn auch gerade frisch nach Staatsexamen) in der Gruppe zu haben. Marta aus Madrid, so ihr Name, macht hier in einer Klinik ein kurzes Praktika. Spanischer Muttersprache.
    - In der internationalen Klinik in Las Terrenas (eine private Klinik für gut betuchte) gibt es Aerzte welche ohne Masken rumlaufen. Hat Marta berichtet.
    - Marta berichtet jedenTag aufs neue interessante Dinge aus der Klinik-mir sträuben sich die Haare. Ich möchte mir nicht vorstellen wie es in einem öffentlichen Krankenhaus so zu und her geht.
    - Die Menschen hier konsumieren Antibiotika für alles erdenkliche, also wie wir das Asprin,
    - Antibiotika ist nicht verschreibunspflichtig und gibt es in kleinen Supermärkten zu kaufen.
    - in den Apotheken werden Pillen einzeln oder auch in einzelnen Blister verkauft. Weil die Menschen es sich nicht leisten können ganze Schachteln zu kaufen. Habe ich allerdings in ganz Zentralamerika gesehen.
    - Als ich mal in der Apotheke was kaufen wollte war schon die Verständigung über Schachtel versus Blister ein Problem. Es ist wirklich praktisch besagte spanisch sprachige Ärztin zu zu kennen welche für mich in die Apotheke geht um mir ein Medikament zu besorgen. Ihr Kommentar: " Denkst die brauchen hier in der Dom Rep keine Ausbildung um in der Apotheke zu arbeiten....?"
    Ich wurde gut betreut und versorgt.
    Es geht mir viel besser, bin nur sehr erschöpft. Die Treppe auf die Dachterasse fühlt sich an wie die Erklimmung des Mount Everest.. oder so.
    Baca lagi

  • How to do a beach profile

    9 April 2021, Republik Dominika ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    So, there is these folding yardstick, a measuring tape and a device I have no idea what it's called
    Beach profiles are done to monitor the health of the beach. Here in Las Terrenas the beach has been retreating.
    Because of climate change and urban construction in Las Terrenas where there are now rules around construction.
    Houses are built, sometimes unfinished, left alone for years. Sediment goes into the river which transports it into the sea. Corall reefs (and the whole marine envirement) get damaged.
    In 2018/2019 there have been very strong storms which, without protection of the reefs, have washed out the beach and a part of the road along the beach.
    Coral reefs are important to lessen the power of storms.
    The corals need a specific temperature to for to be in good health. Global warming stresses them and ultimately die.
    We started to have classes about the marine enviroment. How it works, what the cause for damages are.
    Some of the volonteers (still: not me) will have the chance to actually transplant corals which have been planted, nursed and brought up in a special constructed nursery on the bottom of the sea, to a existing coral reef and plant them there!
    The volonteers regularly clean the nursery and the reefs ...loads of plastic.
    Baca lagi

  • Bacardi Island

    31 Mac 2021, Republik Dominika ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    Who remembers the Bacardi television add years ago, many years ago?
    There were beautiful tanned people with a Bacardi cola in hand, dancing to soft music on the beach under softly swaying palms and the turquoise Caribbean sea in the back.
    Today we did an excursion to said island.... and where disappointed. The tiny island is of course a tourist magnet but it’s quite dirty. The island and the sea. Lunch was okay, the mandatory Pinia Colada was way to sweet.
    The love the beaches in Las Terrenas where we are staying much more.
    Before we visited caves in national park https://www.parquenacionalloshaitises.com/.
    It must be said that Claudia and myself have traveled a lot so the bar to what is beautiful or stunning is high. Let’s say we weren’t impressed, The whale watching season is almost over. We saw to dolphins for a short time.
    The really fun thing was the boat trip from the national park to the Bacardi Island (the island is called cayo levantado). The sea was high, the boat small. Fortunately I took two pills (motions sickness). It was less of a boat ride and more of boat jumping😳😎.
    Baca lagi

  • Spuren

    27 Mac 2021, Republik Dominika ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    In meiner Ganzheit fügen sich meine zerbrochenen Teile zusammen.
    Meine Ruhe steigt aus meinem Chaos auf.
    Meine hellen und dunklen Seiten vermischen sich im Fluss der Zeiten.
    Ich komme nicht um zu bleiben, ich bin im Transit.
    Ich hinterlasse Spuren für dich und für mich.
    Damit ich uns wieder finde, wenn ich gehe, um wieder zu kommen.
    Die Schönheit meiner Seele wärmt dich.
    Mein Herzenslicht ist deine Inspiration - sie ist der Schmetterling, der dich morgen besucht.
    Ich bin Vergangenheit, Gegenwart und Zukunft - im Diesseits und Jenseits deiner Vorstellung.
    Meine Seele trägt alles Wissen durch alle Reisen, Orte und Zeiten.
    Ich bin Liebe. Ich bin Energie. Ich bin wunderbar.
    So wie du.
    Baca lagi

  • Adjusting

    22 Mac 2021, Republik Dominika ⋅ 🌧 26 °C

    So here is what happened in my first week;
    - I was not picked up at the airport as agreed.
    - lost my credit card
    - my Garmin watch died whilst diving although it say’s waterproof until 100m...
    - lost my progressive sunglasses in the waves of the Caribbean sea....
    - locked myself out because the key broke off when locking from the outside. The key pin stuck in the lock. Lots of drama, phone calls and anger to get a locksmith to my place and fix it. Will not elaborate.
    - had one diving class in a pool - went really well!
    - had a second diving class in the sea - did not go well at all😫, fed my breakfast to the fish🤢
    - several trips to different stores because the kitchen is practically unequipped
    - Organize a cleaning lady because the apartment was... lets say not really clean. it took her 4 hours. She is one of a kind. Her name is Gercia. She does a lot of community work, is involved in neighborhood projects, in the church, president of this and that.... and very well connected in las Terrenas.

    As one can see my travels are expensive because of my clumsiness!

    I’m in my second week and things start to improve. I’m developing basic diving skills!
    A couple of days earlier I had a panic moment. I was under water, saw literally nothing because the water was full of sand and also could not see my instructor Daria (who is hilarious and a very good instructor!). I signaled that I wanted to go up and wanted to quit diving altogether!
    She convinced me to try again and she was right. I think it was the first time in life I experienced panic. I’m familiar with anxiety but panic?

    Now I just remembered a moment when I was on a exchange program (Erasmus) in Germany during my studies. Federica and I lived in a student home for foreign students. One night police bangs on all doors and evacuates us - they have received a bomb threat. Federica was nine year old. I totally panicked.

    Yesterday I did my first dive without out my teacher attached to me. Compared to the other students she takes her time with me. I think it’s because I told her about my lung issues (I’m not supposed to dive....) and she wants to make sure. We are not diving deeper than 10m. I feel fine.

    But sometimes this thought crosses my mind. “Why am I learning to dive at almost 60 years old and with a lung issue?????”

    The fish and corals are really pretty but not as colorful like in the movies😥😩. Think I have to go elsewhere!
    I’m not sure year whether diving is my thing or not. But from now on I can dive with the other volunteers to clean the coral nursery and more.

    The volunteer program I’m with “Aldea de Paz” ist chaotic. Communication and Organizational skill have a lot, a lot!!! of room for improvement. Most of the time the volunteers are not told what to do.

    Two days ago coming back from a dive on the boat the captain realized that he didn’t have enough gas to go all the way back...... The captain had to call someone, organise gas, then land on the closest beach, gas was handed over and we could continue our trip home.
    This is really irresponsible. If someone had to be brought back immediately because of an emergency or the boat was close to a riff and out of gasoline......🤔?

    The mostly early 20 year old volunteers organize themselves. They are full of idealism! They started a project to put bins on the beach..., lets see how this goes.

    At night when Claudia and I sleep they go for dancing, cocktails and parties and end the party on our rooftop terrace with a lot of alcohol involved😀 basically doing what 20years old are supposed to do! Two german girls, one Austrian, two french and two Americans.

    After 10 days I settle in a routine of diving, meditating, doing my workouts, cooking and hang out on the beach.

    As you see in the pictures the place is really beautiful. The beaches, the palms, the light, the food. It is paradise!!

    I was here ten years ago and I’m told that things improved. Now most kids (ca. 80%) go to school. Ten years back this number was a lot lower.

    I’m in contact with the Spanish teacher I had 10 years ago. His name is Jose. He mostly, with his wife, does volunteer projects. He has always been very invested in the community.
    Going to rural places teaching how to wash hands (that was pre covid). Building parks for elementary schools, raising money for school uniforms which are mandatory here, teaching about hygiene.

    Many expats on retirement live here and some of them help with substantial financial input in community projects.
    10 years ago Las Terrenas was a small, peaceful fisher village with some Expats - today it’s very populated. We live in a apartment house right behind city hall on one of the two main roads. Very noisy.
    Fortunately the tourism is still residential - not like the other Dominican touris places like Punta Cana, Puerto Plata.
    No high rising buildings, still a lot of Dominicans wherever you go.

    The motoconcho is the choice of transportation. See pic! Four can fit😂😳! It’s fun!

    Covid somehow seems not to exist. People (sometimes) wear mask indoors.There has been curfews, caribbean curfew😂. You can be out until 9pm, then you have time for two hours to go home - or hangout at the beach until 10.50pm😂.

    The age demographics are inverted compared to Switzerland. Mostly young people and thinning out at the top. Since everything’s is outdoors it easier to avoid contamination.
    One evening we went for dancing with the girls. It was on a rooftop. We sat there with our FFP2 mask, barley breathing. We did not dance since dancing is probably the second most dangerous activity after sex.... We left after an hour.
    Two of the volunteers were infected, quite sick but now well again.
    We are cautious and adapt our behavior to situations.

    So far so good, I adjusted.

    Cheers
    Claudia
    Baca lagi

  • Police ranging carts:-)

    14 Mac 2021, Jerman ⋅ 🌧 6 °C

    Well, I did catch the train, literally last second. The train almost empty so I thought it’s getting better..... nope.Apparently my online train ticket which was given to me for free by the airline (CONDOR) I’m traveling with as not valid.
    A phone call with the airline explaining and asking for a valid ticket, yes, yes, yes he will send it to me! What I got was the confirmation of my flight.. Another phone call.....yes,yes,yes she will send it. I insisted I need the online ticket. Another confirmation of my flight. What is it with these people?? Deaf? Dumm? Am I speaking Chinese?? So, a long conversation with the train conductress, very friendly and forthcoming I must say (@Claudiazul.. withhold your comment:-) and several documents later it’s okay. I have to send all of the documents to the Deutsche Bahn and I don’t have to pay the ticket. Yeah!
    The train station in Wiesbaden is empty..... just about 30-40 police officer standing around in groups, chatting, texting, phone calls. WTF? I struggle with my 25 kilo.....
    My friend and best travel companion Claudiazul picks me up. She said there are demonstration of against-corona-protester and a counter demonstration of against-against-corona-protester..... Maybe they will demonstrate away the virus?
    She was supposed to fly with me. Unfortunately she had emergency medical issues quite serious and decided to come a week later.
    IT’S VERY 😔 !!! But certainly reasonable. We had greek dinner, she provided breakfast and drove me to the airport. A good girlfriend! And this after I drank almost a whole bottle of Prosecco by myself. Saturday is my drinking day.
    I can’t wait for her to join. When I travel with her less thing happen to me because she keeps me on track:-). She phrased it something like: “ Du generierst kompetent Probleme für dich welche du dann kompetent löst:-). She is right.
    At the airport; It makes me uneasy and a anxious that the airline did not ask for previous corona tests before boarding the plane. it’s a 10 hours flight.
    When I flew to Madrid, knowing that everybody was tested at least 72 two hours before somehow was reassuring.
    But watching the police ranging carts is 😄. They must be bored as hell!
    I will be seeing sun, beach, palms in about 12 hours!!!
    Claudia
    Baca lagi

  • 25 Kilo instead of 17

    13 Mac 2021, Switzerland ⋅ 🌬 11 °C

    My journey has started with missing a team and a bus because my suitcase is too heavy 😩.I usually manage 16-17 Kilo for overseas .... but I never packed for diving and snorkeling AND had to bring my own 🛌 linen. Goodness🙄. I hope I don’t miss the train to Wiesbaden.Baca lagi

  • A power couple and Claudia‘s misshaps

    12 Februari 2021, Perancis ⋅ 🌧 11 °C

    The plane is full because there is a school class of like 18-years old😩😩

    Yes, I managed to book for March instead of February. The lady at the Iberia ticket booth wanted an extra 128 Euro. I said, and showed her, that online a have the same flight for 65 Euro, she gave it to me for 78. So, Iberia is a Bazar where you can negotiate prices.

    Yesterday I met Sepp’s mother. Her name is Elsa. Sepp has a very interesting family background.
    His father was from Romania and came to Spain in the 1960. Romania competed in a European festival for the best TV show. He was a TV producer. Romania won with his TV show.
    Sepp’s father could travel to receive the award. Went back to Romania. Then Spain invited him to to produce a couple of shows. At first the Romanian TV boss did not want let Sepp to go. Like; “how can you ever produce a show for a fascist dictatorial country??” Coming from some living in a communist dictatorial country, the infamous Ceausescu L!!
    At the end he was let got under the premises that he would come back – which of course he did not. He became a famous TV show producer in Spain and continued to live there and met Elsa.

    Sepp’s mother, Elsa is her name, was born in Cuba. Her father, Sepp’s grandfather, was from Chile. He was a Diplomat and poet. Elsa lived in Chile, Mexico, Panama and Costa Rica with her family before she came to Spain. She was a, also famous, actor and singer in Spain.
    Today they would be called a pink press power couple. Elsa was good friend with Costa Rica’s president, knew the Spanish king, and so on.
    So many stories to tell!! I wish the day would never end.

    Today before leaving I tried to connect with Marta’s passed mother/grandmother. Did not work well, quite frustrating. The spirit world gave me quite the challenge. My teacher Nicole would say they do that on purpose to develop me. Might be…

    Sepp wanted me to connect to somebody and I was able to make contact with his grandfather the poet. The two of them had a strong bond.
    Every time I give a session, I’m so full of love, warmth happiness. I’m so touched and feel privileged. Sepp was very touched and grateful.

    Besides booking the wrong date I also threw away the printout of Covid test, that is Claudia for you traveling. Fortunately, I could still access the result online and they let me on the planeJ.

    The plane was full; hence the air was damp and dense, breathing was hard.

    10 days quarantine are ahead. But! Not only my super-duper godchild Mara comes to see me and keeps me company – my next flight is booked!

    Talk soon!
    Claudia
    Baca lagi

  • Finally lunch in a restaurant

    10 Februari 2021, Sepanyol ⋅ ☀️ 11 °C

    It is very comfortable to fly in times of Corona, the very small plane was only 1/4 full, flight attendants quite relaxed. Madrid airport also empty. You go thru an infrared camera... I wonder what happens if you have a fever. Does it go all full siren, red flashing light and all so everybody in airport klooks at you terrified and runs away?
    Or is it more of a discreet Ping on a screen?

    Then show the QR code you received from the Spanish government that allows you to enter, show the negative PCR test. Fortunately, the words PCR/Test/negative can be understood all over the world.
    Now I try to picture how traveling in times of Corona would have been without the Internet?? Bureaucrats would have the time of their live. People would to be recruited and employed, certifications had to be issued and gathered, forms to fill, seals and stamps all over the forms, complicated processes to follow …...... a bit like when I tried to enroll in the University of Catania. A story for the book I started to write.

    In Spain you have to wear mask at all times everywhere. Inside and outside, Even on the bicycle. I will abstain from any comment regarding the latter – I’m a guest in this country.

    Cunegonde lives with her boyfriend Hans (pilot for Iberia) in his house for the time being. Also, in the house.
    • Anneliese, Cunegonde’s 20-year-old daughter, on leave for two days from her Job as a flight attendant for Iberia. I’m very happy to see her. She is this self-conscience, energetic, bubbly kid always glued to her phone and talking selfies. I know her since she is five and our relationship began with her calling out “Pipi, Pipi”. Another story for the book.
    • Sepp, Valerio’s 16-year-old teenager. He was in boarding school in London when they had to close the school because of Covid and he had come back to Madrid. The father not overly excited to have a rebellious teenager with an attitude at home without an outlet for his energy…
    • Ernst, Valerio’s 21-year-old son. Studying and working, fine young gentleman
    • Silver, a gentle schnauzer always begging for food.

    Cundegonde had not told me that her daughter Anneliese and the two boys were in the house. At the beginning I was a bit concerned. But obviously they were told to stay away from me. They always were at least at 4-meter distance, ate in a separate room. Lucky the house is very big. I wasn’t worried about Hans and Anneliese. Flying as a Job they have to take tests every week.

    The day after I got there was really ugly weather, so we stayed in and chilled.
    Today the weather was glorious, blue clear sky, 14 degrees.
    Cundegonde took me to the hospital to take my next Covid test. Auauauauaua – I’m traumatized. Every time it hurts like hell – but as a reward Cunegonde took me to lunch.
    Ahhhh – first meal in a restaurant since last September. I had it all. Seafood, seafood, seafood – delicious, excellent seafood. Delicious dessert, wine, jamon serrano, croquetas – Heaven!!!!
    I’m my most happy self when I eat well. It was also a pleasure to see Cundegonde eat with an appetite.
    Baca lagi

  • Traveling in times of Corona

    8 Februari 2021, Switzerland ⋅ ❄️ 0 °C

    I’m exhausted before I even get on the train. Short trips in times of Corona are no fun. Such a hassle.
    I’m going to visit my friend Kunegonde in Madrid. That’s not her real name for matter of privacy. I love the name though. It evokes late 19th/early 20th century images in Germany. Proper, soap smelling, bright blond thick braids wrapped around the head, Dirndl with boobs popping out and all that... (Help!! Why does that picture come to ME??) I’d like my future first grandchild to be named Kunegond, but I fear the producer of said baby-girl will not agree... I mean I’m just the grandmother, who listens to me?? No respect for the elderly!!!! Ups, I just talked myself in a non-existent argument😳.
    However, Kunegonde is fighting cancer since almost a year and I feel helpless, feel her suffering. I’ve been wanting to go but putting it off because of Corona.
    No more.
    But before I even board the train:
    1. Covid PCR test not older then 72 hours.
    2. 😫 😩 It really, really hurts. I went to a lab recommended by my niece. She said they do it very gentle.... Nope, hurt like hell, 5% of my brain cell sticking to that mean, huge cotton bud, cells gone forever! (Can I sue them🧐?)
    The lab lady said it depends on the shape of the nose whether it hurts or not. So, my beautiful snub nose now doesn’t qualify for painless PCR test??? I’m utterly disappointed 😞.
    3. Fill part of form for Spanish authorities.
    4. Wait for results, call the lab because the promised within 24 hours E-Mail, did not reach me. Result here, tested negative👍. Note to self; DO UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES delete the email with the result.
    5. Finish to fill the form for Spanish authorities, get QR code and again DO NOT delete it accidentally.... ups.... did I bring my ID?
    6. Book appointment in a hospital in Madrid for PCR test, to fly back on Friday, cannot be older than 72 hours. Breaking out in a sweat 💦 anticipating the pain in my brain. Next 5% of brain cells gone...
    7. Fill form for Swiss authorities so that can control my quarantinic (is that a thing, Nadia?) behavior.
    Monday: fly out.
    Wednesday: Get a general anesthesia, take test, survive, wake up latest on Friday morning.
    Friday: fly back
    Friday 12.2.2021 to 22.2.2021 – Quarantine…….

    The nice part of the travel? Everything is empty, no waiting whatsoever, no lines... but it's also sad. An airport should be brimming with life and one wonders how all these formerly employed individuals are doing with their job, with money problems, with staying home all day....
    Baca lagi

  • Beach&Sea&beach&sea&so on

    16 September 2020, Itali ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Nothing is up here, literally nothing because I’m training in the Art if doing nothing.
    Here from 12. - 19. September doing, guess..... NOTHING besides swimming, eating, sleeping, snorkeling and tanning....Baca lagi

  • The last post and the story of a family

    28 Mac 2020, Guatemala ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

    So this is my last post from my one-way-forced-return-ticket, out of Antigua, Guatemala

    Today I went to the market with my new mask fitting my outfit💃. People started sewing mask
    and sell them for 0.6 swiss cents.
    The idea was to get souvenirs for friends and family at the local Artesan Market. It looked closed so I asked a couple standing there. Juan and Marta. This is their story.

    They produce art and everyday utensils, wood and textile. They have learned it from their grandparent and them from their grandparent. He says “I never studied anything. I learned everything in the streets”. He is referring to Spanish. His mother tongue is a Mayan dialect and until not so many years ago Spanish wasn’t taught in their schools. Now yes.
    They have a stand at the artisan market.
    One Monday morning they have been called into a meeting and been told that the market is closed as of the same day for 40 days. No pre-notice.

    Like most of the 91% indigenous people they live from day to day.
    What they earn today they spend today on what is needed today.
    They are not prepared for such situations. They don’t have savings. They have few chickens and veggies in a garden. They have 5 children between 4 and 11 years old to feed. No adult children that could help out because they have a job.

    The government has proposed different laws to the congress to “protect the people of Guatemala”. Few passed (health), most not (economics).

    Juan says “We have exactly six families in the country who own the country. Spanish descendants. Whatever money is going out to the people is gonna end up in their pockets”. I guess the wedding I saw in that church was one of those families.

    Now everybody has to look out for them selve. Juan says “ I don’t know want we gonna do, we trust in god, he will help us.”

    I end up giving the couple some of the money I intended to spend on souvenirs. It felt genuine.
    They thanked me.
    Marta starts to have tears, then I have tears. I did not hug them because of Corona.

    Five minutes later Marta comes back to me and ask for my number and name, if I come back to Guatemala. She wants to give me a gift when the market is open again. I end up hugging her. WTCF. I found a family.

    I will donate the rest of the gift-money to charity.
    So - no souvenirs for back home. You have all you need anyway.

    I leave behind new friendships as always dispersed all over the world.
    But since I’ll travel the world I’ll see them again:-).
    Thank you all for your company and support in Antigua before and now.

    Claudia
    P.S. I had a chat with the Swiss Ambassador. We exchanged our views on what Is to come for Guatemala. He said that 80% of all Guatemalan will be without food on the table after two weeks out of job.😞.
    Baca lagi

  • Don’t want to leave - but going home

    27 Mac 2020, Guatemala ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    If you leave a comment please don’t forget to out your name - otherwise I won’t know who left the comment.

    I really, really don’t want to leave, don’t want to interrupt my travels. A lifelong dream comes crashing down. I need to process the going back, wrap my head around it.
    There is a deceptive silence, ill-omened quietness. Cases are at 19.....?
    I feel like in no time there will be an eruption of corona cases; Followed by a health catastrophe, recession, social riots, military intervention....
    I could be wrong, I’m no expert, so I discussed my assessment with a couple of local residents.
    Same assessment.
    Traveling home becomes more difficult by the day. Locally and globally. It is to much of a risk to stay here.
    My family and friends are obviously very concerned. The last thing I want to happen is me getting sick and my family not having the possibility to be near me. It would devastate them.

    The German embassy is conducting repatriations flight. One is on Sunday. The gave 40 seats away to neighboring countries. Among them 10 to Switzerland.
    I’m on that flight. It pays out that I have been in contact with the Swiss embassy since a week.

    Right now I can hear Claudiazul grinning. She will hold this against me for the next 100 years.
    “The Germans saved you”🙄😏😀

    The journey scares me. One because my pulmonologist advised against it. Then...
    Drive from Antigua to Guatemala City. Three hours checking procedures starting at 6am. Sixteen (!) hour flight due to technical stop in the Dominican Republic. Frankfurt Airport. Train to Base. Taxi home. Many opportunities to contract the virus. I have so many mixed feelings.
    Anxiety, fear, anger, sadness ....

    But much better then a complicated journey through Mexico, the USA and god knows what other countries.
    I’m still very grateful of the privileges that are bestowed upon me.

    Eventually of course I will come to terms with everything. Hoping to continue my now return travel to a one-way-ticket travel.

    Cheers
    Claudia
    Baca lagi

  • Dampf ablassen

    24 Mac 2020, Guatemala ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    Bis jetzt war ich immer guten Mutes. Ich bin ja sehr privilegiert.
    Das Geld kommt rein ohne das ich dafür arbeiten muss, ich muss nicht nach Hause hetzen in gefährlichen Zeiten um arbeiten zu können.
    Ich bin Schweizerin.
    Ich habe eine sehr gute Krankenkasse.
    Der Sohn meiner, nun ehemaligen, Gastgeberin ist der ärztliche Direktor einer Privatklinik, welche meine KK bezahlen würde.
    Ich habe ein Dach über dem Kopf, gutes Essen, eine eigene Dusche und Toilette.
    Zwei sehr hässliche Räume aber mit viel Licht und ich habe sie mit meinen Kleidern dekoriert! Most importantly - Super-Duper-WIFI. TOTAL PRIVILEGIERT

    Das einzige nicht gar so Lustige ist meine Lungen Fibrose, sie heisst Pheebe, wie die stimmlich und musikalisch überaus unbegabte Blondie aus Friends.

    Pheebe kommt jetzt gerade sehr ungelegen. Sie macht mich sozusagen zu einer Zielscheibe auf welche eine blinde Person drauf ballern kann und immer noch ins Schwarze trifft. Sie verbietet mir das Reisen. Irgendwie blöde, oder? In der Regel haben wir ein gutes Verhältnis aber im Moment mag sie nicht sehr. Ich rede manchmal mit Pheebe aber sie hat zur Zeit keine qualifizierte Meinung.

    Ich muss mal Dampf ablassen, dafür schreibe ich lieber in meiner ersten Fremdsprache. Auf schweizerdeutsch schreibe ich ungerne.

    Ich bin sauer über kriminelle Presidenten welche durch ihre Untätigkeit/Nachlässigkeit und/oder ihre geisteskranke Persönlichkeit Leute umbringen. Jawohl, ich schlage vor den Begriff Mörder zu benutzen. Am Ende dieser weltweiten Tragödie sollten Sie vor das internationale Gericht gestellt werde.
    Ich bin wütend über Politiker welche Ökonomie höher bewerten als Gesundheit und Menschenleben.
    Ich bin entsetzt über Menschen welche sich in in einer solcher Situation nicht an Anweisungen halten können oder wollen.
    Ich rege mich total auf über Opportunisten welche Geld machen wollen aus der Not anderer.

    Das alles setzt mir zu.

    Mir setzt auch zu, dass hier viele Menschen gerade ihre Arbeit verloren haben oder verlieren und nicht wissen wie sie Ihre nächste Miete bezahlen sollen.
    Wie sie bald nicht mehr wissen wie sie Ihre Kinder ernähren können.

    Das es viele indigenous Menschen gibt welche nicht zum Arzt gehen; Entweder weil sie sich nur von traditionellen Mediziner behandeln lass und/oder sich den Arzt nicht leisten können.

    Darf ich eigentlich wütend sein über Menschen in Dörfern welche keinerlei Hygiene Regeln beachten (immer schon, nicht erst seit Corona) und so den Virus umso schneller zirkulieren lassen? Armut schließt Sauberkeit nicht aus.
    Ist das sich nicht sauber zu verhalten eine Tradition/Wert/Norm einer indigenous Gesellschaft welch zu kritisieren politisch unkorrekt wäre?

    Soll ich schweigend hinnehmen wenn Guatemalteken Ausländer belästigen weil Sie denken alle Ausländer sind infiziert?

    JA, ich verstehe die Psychologie, Soziologie und Ökonomie hinter kollektivem und individuellen Verhalten - die Zusammenhänge zwischen Armut, mangelnder Bildung und Arbeitslosigkeit und den Konsequenzen alledem.

    Ich bin grad trotzdem 😡. Ich gehe mich jetzt besser abregen.

    Zum Glück gibt es viele Menschen welche sich kümmern, sich engagieren, helfen usw. Spitalpersonal welches sich unter Gefährdung der eigenen Gesundheit halb zu Tode arbeiten.

    Diesen Menschen möchte ich von Herzen Dankeschön sagen.
    🙏

    Claudia
    Baca lagi

  • Ecofarm - the last resort for now

    23 Mac 2020, Guatemala ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    I run out of comfortable hide-out option My options went down to zero. All Hotels are closing down, the Island I wanted to go cannot accept any guest anymore.🙄🤔😳😔

    I still could go to Mexico, some awesome place at the beach. But the cases in Mexico will explode because until now, besides yucatan, the president is like the dangerous American national idiot and sociopath. Andres Obrador, the Mexican President, did not yet take serious measurements.
    Once I read the article of the New York Times I decoded not the go. You don’t need to be Einstein to know that cases will explode. https://www.nytimes.com/2020/03/23/opinion/mexi….

    Guatemala in comparison. The last flight in was on 13. March, they had two person with symptoms, put them in quarantine and after they were diagnosed positiv, tracked down all 300 passengers . I wrote previously about it.
    On the 16. March borders shut down and all not necessary shops/restaurant got closed down. Guatemala had “only” 9 official cases.
    As of the. 20. March we are on a partial lockdown. During the day people sitting in the Central Park by them selves get chased away.

    I guess it helps that the president in charge since the 14. January 2020 (poor guy!) is a doctor.
    I asked my pulmonologist if I should travel and come home, he said no. Not only because of the risk on the journey but also the higher risks of be infected in Switzerland.

    I’m now alone in my guesthouse which is kind of depressing and sad. Today I can move to another guesthouse where two more Maximo students, so that is good.
    The ecofarm is still open so we come here and enjoy the green and the hammock.

    I miss my family and my friends😔.

    Trying to stay upbeat!
    Claudia
    Baca lagi

  • Partial Curfew

    21 Mac 2020, Guatemala ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    As of tomorrow there will be a curfew from 4pm to 4am. Maximo has to close it’s door so we won’t be able to go there during the day. Today two students, seated on a bench and reading in the Central Park were chased away from by the police.
    So where do we go during the day? Walking endlessly around the block?
    Today we went to a ecofarm. They base their organic farming on one of the Mayan calendars.
    The Mayans had 23 calendars!
    They also do most things by recycling. See the pictures. There is a space for children (climbing, be with animals, playing ball games) and they provide workshops for interested farmers on organic farming based on the Mayan Calender.
    They have hammocks, sofas, rocking chairs... etc. We might go there for the day.
    They are always looking for volunteers, so anybody...?😎.
    Two of our ladies today left. They managed to cross the border to Mexico!

    Speak soon....
    Claudia
    Baca lagi

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