Vuilnisbakkenterrorisme


Wat vooraf ging

Het is maandagmorgen. Mijn dochter mokt en moppert dat het een lieve lust is. Geen verrassing. Zoals altijd heeft zij  last van opstartproblemen. Ik trek mijn dekbed nog even over mijn hoofd, maar besef dat het hiermee niet mee verdwijnt. Zuchtend en kreunend sleep ik mijn lijf uit bed en hobbel  de trap af.

'Mam, een of andere onverlaat heeft de afvalemmer omwikkeld met plakband, vreselijk toch? Wie doet nou zoiets? '

'Geen idee.' Met grote moeite moet ik mijn afgrijzen verbloemen. Dochterlief heeft al de plakrommel weer verwijderd. Mijn hemel, nee hè? Gelukkig gaat ze straks naar school en kan ik op mijn gemak weer een andere oplossing bedenken om te voorkomen dat iemand het verdachte doosje opmerkt.

'Maar wees gerust, mam, ik heb voorzorgsmaatregelen genomen dat die vuilnisplakkerterrorist niet nog eens ongemerkt toe kan slaan.'

'Wat heb je dan gedaan?' Mijn stem slaat een beetje over, hopelijk merkt ze dat niet.

'Mijn camera erop gericht. Het is er eentje die elke beweging registreert, ik neem geen enkel risico. Uiteraard heb ik wel een extra waarschuwingselement toegevoegd, op het moment dat iemand de emmer aanraakt krijgt hij of zij een optater.'

'Een optater?'

'Ja, een stroomstoot. Onverlaten dienen hard aangepakt te worden.'

'Maar lieverd, wanneer ik nu eens vuilnis heb wat ik erin wil knikkeren?'

'Dan stuur je mij een appje, zodat  ik met een speciale pincode tijdelijk de stroom uit kan schakelen, echt mam, het is de enige mogelijkheid.'

Het duizelt me, waarom heb ik geen standaarddochter? Waarom bedenkt zij toch altijd zulke ingewikkelde toestanden?

Ik werp een blik op de klok, ik moet op de één of andere manier een smoes verzinnen om haar die idioterie uit haar hoofd te praten.  Mijn hersens draaien al op volle toeren, eerst maar haar af te zien leiden. 'Lieverd, wil je voor je naar school gaat nog even de dekens op de waslijn hangen?'

'Welke waslijn? Die tussen het verkeersbord en de lantaarnpaal bevestigd zit?'

'Sinds wanneer hebben wij een verkeersbord in de tuin staan?' vraag ik verbaasd.

'Die staat er niet,'  is het felle antwoord. 'Net zo min als de waslijn. Die is er ook niet, wij hebben een droogmolen, mam. Waar zit je toch met je gedachten de laatste tijd? En dekens? Dekbedovertrekken bedoel je hoogstwaarschijnlijk. Jeetje, mam, wel een beetje bij de les blijven, hè.'

 De opmerking dat een droogmolen bestaat uit stangen en waslijnen heeft weinig nut, want haar kennende zal ze daar ook wel een reprimande uit kunnen halen en de klok tikt maar door. Straks zit ik nog uit pure frustratie een verhaaltje neer te tikken en zoals jullie weten, heb ik daar deze maand geen tijd voor.

Dus wat zegt deze wijze moeder?

'Natuurlijk schat, je hebt helemaal gelijk, ga je nu maar klaar maken voor school, ik zal me om de was wel verder bekommeren.'

 

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The Other Side of Emigrating to the United States
#journalism Newspaper article. Topic: Emigration of Venezuelans. Author: Darimel Urdaneta (MeredithSkywalker) The other side of immigrating to the United States There are many reasons why a Venezuelan decides to emigrate, but they all conclude that in Venezuela there is no future or quality of life, that is why many decide to leave to different parts of Latin America, but in recent months there has been a boom of migrating to the land of opportunities such as the United States of America. Learn the story of Irma, an 80-year-old lady who, with the help of another Venezuelan, managed to cross the river de grande from Mexico to the United States. Irma is a native of Maracaibo Venezuela, and at 80 years old she managed to cross the border with the United States. Irma had fainted while trying to cross the river and another Venezuelan helped her cross and arrived safely to the mainland. The humanitarian crisis that Venezuela is going through has forced Venezuelans to escape from the need that is currently experiencing in Venezuela. Some states in the country suffer from electrical fluctuations, such as total loss of electricity by hours or even days. There are no medicines, medical care is precarious. No public transport, no food on the shelves and where a Venezuelan can get food is at very high prices, since the minimum wage is $3 per month, and for a family of 4 people you need $350 for the basic food basket for one month. And besides all this is insecurity, there are guerrillas, criminal gangs and the most feared is the police themselves who harms Venezuelans, many Venezuelans have been persecuted politicians and that is why they flee Venezuela. At the OAS, David Smolansky warned that estimates the number of Venezuelans abroad will reach 7 million and recalled that the Venezuelan is leaving the country due to the crisis and the world “must welcome us”. According to France 24, Venezuelan citizens pay up to 12,000 dollars to coyotes to cross from Mexico to the US illegally. However, they highlight that the arrival of undocumented immigrants on US soil has broken records, and according to the Customs and Border Protection Office (CBP), in April they had recorded the highest figures in the last 20 years: more than 178,000 people arrived irregularly, in many cases putting their lives at risk. Just as there are stories with happy endings like that of Mrs. Irma, there are heartbreaking stories, as is the case of Ana N (her name is protected) a Venezuelan woman who crossed with her two children and her husband, they had paid a coyote to cross them along the river and the current was high by that date. In view of the fact that Ana's youngest son was crying, a crying coyote decided to throw the baby into the river, the people who witnessed this atrocious act could not do anything, as a coyote is part of Mexican cartels, however the father of the creature threw himself into the river to try to save his son but his effort was in vain since the baby had died. The question of emigrating is not only crossing the river, because when you cross into cells inside the United States shelter, you can spend days there without being able to communicate with your relatives, how can you also not bathe until a week passes. That's what Juan N told us (his name is protected), he told us about his journey from Maracaibo to the United States. “One morning they went to pick me up in Monterrey, the driver who was going to take me to Ciudad Acuña, passed with a caravan like 10 cars. From Monterrey to Ciudad Acuña they were about 6 hours. Among the drivers were communicating about the alcabala, and there are police officers who behaved hateful and the drivers were paying them. On a mandatory basis we all had to have a role where we were sealed in migration with permission to be in Mexico for 180 days. We arrived at Ciudad Acuña at about 6 in the afternoon, they left us in a house that had a large patio, and there they all agreed to order food while we were waiting there. The one who went to buy the food arrived at about 10 o'clock in the evening with pizza and other food there, so everyone ate and we waited for instructions. At 2 in the morning they woke us all up because it was time to cross to the United States. Everything looked like a movie, we went jogging and we got to a mountain, we had to cross 3 barbed fences, and it was a shame with the children, the older people, struggling with those wires to be able to cross, but among all of us we helped. Then we approached the river and that river reached me through my chest, I measure 1.78. the current was tight, but we all managed to cross. Then when we crossed we had to climb a steep one and there was mud and people were slipping but we still crossed it. After crossing we had to change our clothes for dry clothes, because if it was wet they wouldn't let you through. Then the patrol arrived and they gave us good morning and then they asked us why we passed so early, and they recommended that it was best to happen after 6 in the morning which is when the river is low, but they also welcomed us to the United States. We were 49 people, and he called more patrols because in one of us we didn't all get in. Then they took us to the river yield and checked everything, and if you got something wet they'd dumped it at you. In the review they tell how much money you arrive in cash, keep it in an envelope along with your passport and phone. From there you wait for processing, taking pictures and fingerprints. And you have to wait, a lot of people moved her to other places and no idea where they were taking them. And those who process there they open a file and they must wait for a transfer and tell you that you are on the list for the transfer. I spent 8 days in that stay, there are people who only had 3 days there as were people who had a month. The hardest thing is the wait, because you sleep on the floor, on a foami that is on the floor, your pillow was your shoes, at breakfast you ate a burrito, at lunch rice with beans, meat and at dinner you eat another burrito. You don't have a watch, you have to ask the officers about the time, the men were outdoors along with 100 mates or even more, and the women if they were inside but were less in group, they were like 20 or 30 women. Women are the same, they don't see the light of day either, only they lasted less time in the shelter. They only had officers sitting in their offices working in front of them. In my experience I could only bathe twice. They told me soap, shampoo, toothpaste, deodorant, new socks and new underwear in the two bathrooms I had. Being there is quite difficult because of the uncertainty but it's worth it, as the lifestyle you live in the United States is not achieved in another country, besides security.” That was the experience of one of the interviewees and from what you can see it is crude, but it is the reality that many Venezuelans and other immigrants of other nationalities come to live while on the journey and in the shelter. However, Venezuelans who arrive in the United States illegally seeking asylum, in addition to risking their lives, are exposed to being deported again to Venezuela, due to the condition in which they arrive, while others must hire lawyers while waiting in detention centers. Sources: NoticieroDigital.com Elpitazo.com Laprensadelara.com XXX