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Chile Easter and my first earthquake

Time flies lately. The weekend, finally, I had three scheduled spacewalks. First, there was an evening of Easter in the Czech Embassy, a little late, admittedly. Then Saturday, I was invited to a party pork-cabbage dumplings-at Manka. And to finish the weekend though, there was a home in Barbec In three Pedros. Then Monday, the cosmonaut had returned from the telescope. But tell in order.

Friday night, so I went to the party at the embassy. In Chile, there is an organization called Circle chileno-Czech . It consists mostly Chileans who claim Czech origin. I have an ambiguous feeling for such training, because sometimes there drooling sentimentally bread with salt, the smell of lime trees, good, short, Czechia lost what makes me want to say words like "chat" or "ticketing". In France, as a Czech teacher, I always tried to talk to students about our traditions, but always in context with the face of these traditions to the present. Easter is a celebration rather special in my country, because traditionally, boys beat girls with a bat Monday morning and the girls happy as well, they will stay young and beautiful all year, reward them with a painted egg. The egg symbolizes fertility, as the stick, which is flexible, symbolizes youth. I showed students a short video of a historical film where they could see the Easter "historic" and then I let them read a short text created by a friend of mine who said: "My father still tried to come in the morning with the stick, but I watched from my bed in such a way that he did not dare to take action and has identified ". Well yes, in a century, the happy laughter of the girls have sometimes changed a bit in a rumble teenager. Later, when our small group in Grenoble has he creates thcèques boys organized themselves, they made their sticks and Monday morning, they came all beat the Czechs, but also some of my students. Here, tradition is still a bit bright.

In Chile, it is a bit more complicated, because most members of Circulo chileno-Pacheco are women. Easter at the embassy was especially so in a competition in painting the eggs, while the person was pomlazka , the traditional stick. Madam Consul brought the equipment, but there was nobody who could do it. It therefore merely to explain what are the ribbons, the branches of shrubs and pomlazka with courage in overcoming all the problems this has posed in English. One member of the circle then took the branches and showed how they are used and if reciting a little poem with a nice traditional Chilean accent. He just changed the end and instead of saying "give me an egg," he said "give me a slivovice" Madam Consul and served him one. After the contest in painting eggs began. It was mostly Chileans who have gotten, while the Czechs have been drinking beer Cristal and eating "traditional" hot dogs. Anezka I met a girl who's been here a year, Sarka, who lives in Santiago last eight months, and finally another Tereza already living here for six years. All three are married with a Chilean. They talked a lot about their desire to return to our country. I think it is very difficult to go so far in a country whose language they have not always spoken in arriving. In addition, even if they spoke English, here is spoken in Chile. And in addition, unlike us, many more Chileans emphasize family life and visit each other without stopping. I told myself that my situation is much easier, and more, if you do not want to stay in Chile, we will return.

Once the beer drinking, the subjects of conversation exhausted and hot dogs eaten, people began to leave. There were a few people who continued painting the eggs. I do not know who won, because I did not want to stay past and I am therefore left with a crowd of Chilean grannies dressed very chic for the occasion. Fortunately, not wearing traditional dress.

Saturday evening, Manka invited Tereza and her husband, Chilean food. I too was invited. We ate a traditional meal, pork with dumplings and cabbage. Home. With both types of cabbage. I almost drooled and cried with nostalgia. Ah, I think I would even traditional dress if needed!

I surprised myself the ecstasy that I experienced when swallowing it all. And as usual, at Manka and Standa, it was well watered with beer, wine and pisco sour. Once back home, the world has flown under my feet.

I went to bed and slept. About four hours of night, a movement of my mattress I woke up. Flutter. Half asleep, I felt really nice and funny or embarrassing. Afterwards, I realized that the wall moves as well. The earthquake! What do I do now? " The only idea I had was to hide under the coffee table, but I was too tired and so I said I would wait a bit. And I went back to sleep.

the morning I woke up with dry mouth and a vague memory of the night float. So it was my first earthquake? Or I just dreaming? Flutter, Was it something to do with pork and beer? Then I had a brilliant idea. Giraffes! They are super unstable, both!

In the lounge, the giraffes, standing, threw me a glance charging: "Drunk!" I told myself yet, I'll see the internet. But he spoke of swine flu. So maybe it was the pig that was guilty, but there was no trace of a tremor.

I did not really want to ask friends if they have noticed an earthquake four hours Saturday morning, but on Monday I watched the internet again. And then there it was! That . So yes, I experienced my first significant earthquake!

Then Sunday I went to the house Barbec Three Pedros. Near our apartment, there is a house where PhD students live. Among them, there are also two Portuguese guys, both are called Pedro. And as the Portuguese names are too complicated, they couplet according to their most outstanding characteristics. We are talking of "Pedro with hair" and "Pedro bald." To be a little more politically correct, also called "the great Pedro" and "Little Pedro". I was invited by the little bald Pedro. The Pedro nice. But it's both. And why I say in three Pedros? Because in a little while a new Portuguese arrived and dwell in the house. His name is Pedro ....

Monday, Cosmonaut descended Telescope with his friend, Matthew, who is a football agent. He is half French and half Colombian and he often goes to South America. These days, he came to watch the players during the South American Championship for players aged 17 months. Then he passed through the telescope and it has come with the cosmonauts. It could even offer him to stay, because our sofa was finally ready. Monday, Damien was also the tutor of the thesis of Cosmonaut, who was passing by Santiago during his trip to Telescope. So we decided to also invite our neighbors, JB and Matilda, and eat out. Finally, we stayed here because the Cosmonaut returns always very tired, so I had the opportunity to devote myself to my passion which is cooking. And understand why all Chileans have gas stoves.

Because if you turn on your oven and if you also turn on the light kind, your electrical needs must stop there. The circuit breakers popped twice and twice I have not come to deliver them, so I still had to call the custodian. I'm glad we already have a dishwasher, but I have to calculate when Is what I can put it on. This was not Sunday or Monday, not because of electricity, but because the neighbor had his second blocked drains and we were forbidden to use the whole column.

But the dinner went well. I made a paella with seafood, all I could find in the Mercado Central and nobody has been sick, but Damien, but that we can say that is because of his flight from Paris.

When guests are gone, I went to bed. The Cosmonaut with Mathieu remained in the living room to watch football and drink beer. At four o'clock at night, I was still awake, but this time by a silent trial and error. Someone tried to open the door! Et .. he opened the door! I got really scared and I'm wide awake.

But that's life of the sailor's wife. Sometimes in the night, you are terrorized by the fact that someone is in your apartment before you remember that you have a husband. Ah yes.

And that's all. Tuesday morning, the top shelf for the show came, of course without notice and in the time I was in the shower, so I welcomed the deliverymen still in my suit wet look. But our show is over. Incredible! And Friday morning, we'll try to go back to 4000.

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Mayor Houde was he a Freemason?

( Note: further evidence showing that Quebec politicians are on the side of the Grand Orient of France. Reminder: Jean Drapeau in 1975 received a medal GODF. 1985, same thing for René Lévesque. 1987: Jean Doré received the Grand Master GODF. )

On Thursday, March 20, 1952, the newspaper Le Canada "reported that a" philosopher "French, a Marius Lepage, will travel to Montreal to give books as" luxury "to the mayor of Montreal Houde.

Probably the most insignificant news ever published in a newspaper.

In reality, the "philosopher" in question was a Freemason of the 33rd degree French official mission to Montreal to try to restore the links between Freemasonry English and French. The books of "luxury" offered Mayor Houde was the work of Masonic history, another "detail" that the newspaper "Le Canada" forget to inform us.

Source: Brochure of the Grand Lodge of Quebec, "Masonic Light" May-June 1952.


CANADA - MONTREAL, Thursday, March 20, 1952

BOOKS OF LUXURY FOR THE MAYOR OF MTL.

is April 3, during the morning, Mr. Marius Lepage arrive by air from France to Montreal (Dorval) will be received by a group of French-Canadian friendship. The journalist and philosopher, director of Cahiers du Symbolism ", give some talks in Montreal where he spent only four days en route to Detroit, where another group has organized for her speaking tours in French and English , United States.

He will give a press conference during his stay in Montreal.
Lepage's visit to America was made personally, but he will use his visit to Montreal to give the mayor of this city, SHM Houde, two deluxe editions. The first book was written by the prefect of Mayenne, Edmond Dauphin, in collaboration with its sponsor, former prefect of Mayenne. This book tells the story of the chateau of Rambouillet, where he has already been sub-prefect. You know it's at Rambouillet, a few miles from Paris, that is the country home of President Republic, where there are superb game preserves, known as the "from Rambouillet. The second art book tackles "Chouannerie. It was printed by the Mayor of Laval, SH Mayor Albert Goupil, old-master printer of great taste, printer of the diocese, whose brother is a Jesuit.

Mr. Marius Lepage will present these two books in a personal capacity, MM. Edmond Dauphin and Albert Goupil, headed in the Mayenne, everything concerning the effective life of the department. He supported trade sections of agriculture, industry. He also directs the roads, waterways and truck traffic and, in addition police.

He will also use his short stint as staff to visit the offices of the Montreal police, those of the provincial police, as well as our public buildings and homes of higher learning.

Back from his tour in the U.S., it will switch back to Montreal for the plane going back into his country.

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MASONIC LIGHT MAY-JUNE 5952 (ie 1952)

Wor. Bro. Marius Lepage 33 ° of France Visits Canada.

We Were, Indeed, Pleased to Receive the visit, Both at Our board and our Home, of Worcester. Bro. Marius Lepage, editor of The French Masonic periodical, "Le Symbolisme", who is a 33° mason and the Wor. Master of the "Volney" Lodge of Laval, in the old province of Maine, France. This 11th century town is the native city of the First R.C. bishop of Canada, Mgr. Montmorency-Laval.

Bro. Lepage is a colleague of ours in the Philalethes Society in which we both hold fellowships. He apparently gave us the preference over many prominent Montrealers to whom he held letters of introduction (including Mayor Houde) — and spared us two evenings and an afternoon for the exchange of views on things masonic here and on the European continent, where I lived for many years.

When we know that Bro. Lepage was the Secretary of that eminent occultist, Bro. Oswald Wirth, and a contemporary French Masonic historian, Albert Lantoine, whose 33° decoration he wears and that he has just completed a volume on the history of Freemasonry in Mayence. we realize that he is more than the average casual Masonic visitor.

One of the purposes of his visit to America was to discover why fraternal relations cannot be restored between our jurisdictions and his "obedience" (the Grand Orient de France), which is accused, falsely claims Mr. Lepage, of being atheistic, whereas the worst that it can be accused of is being neutral in its attitude towards Divinity, due mostly to the fact there are Moslems and Buddhists, as well as Christians, in the ranks of the Grand Orient. An initiate can, if he so desires, be obligated on the Bible, the Koran, the, Bagdavagista or any other Sacred Book he desires, all of them being available in the leading Temples.

Incidentally, Bro. Lepage left with us a copy of a book by his master, Wirth, entitled: "Qui est régulier?" suggesting that the Grand Orient adheres more closely to Anderson's constitution than we do, notably as regards the attitude towards colored adepts of the Prince Hall fraternity. Of course, I explained, we in Quebec entertained no race prejudice - - - - in-so-far as our colored Brethren are concerned!

Bro. Lepage, although he speaks excellent English, preferred contacting French-speaking Masons of this jurisdiction, thinking that since Manitoba officially recognizes the Grand Orient, it should be comparatively easy to restore the fraternal relations that once existed between our jurisdiction and his own. We were sorry we had to undeceive him, telling him the unfavorable publicity his "obedience" had received in French-Canada since 1910, would certainly react against we, "regulars". We also informed Bro. Lepage that we had received assurances from Bro. Viaud, President of the Council of the Order, (which is the continental equivalent to Grand Master) and General Meunier, Grand Secretary of the G.O. that no attempt would be made to revive the Grand Orient in this jurisdiction. The then G.M. of our jurisdiction? M.W. Bro. Leslie Boyd, has copies of the correspondence exchanged at the time.

We also placed before Bro. Lepage the letters we had received from the
late Bro. Roumilhac, F.P.S., relative to the possibility of the G.O. entering into communication with the then Premier of England, Winston Churchill, for the purpose of having fraternal relations between France and England restored. At the time, I had advised that the then Premier of France and mayor of Lyons. Mr. Herriot, should take up the question with Hon. Winston Churchill - - but was informed, to my surprise, that the French Premier was not and had never been a Mason. I therefore advised Mr. Lepage that possibly that eminent French statesman, Mr. Paul Boncours, who IS a Mason, should correspond on this subject with Mr. Churchill. Mr. Lepage stated he would certainly follow up this possibility on his next visit to the Paris headquarters of his "obedience".

• In view of the fact that no masonic body throughout the wide world has suffered as much as the French for the crime of being Mason: - - - imprisonment in concentration camps, confiscation of property, extermination in the gas chambers of Dachau and Buchenwald, execution by firing squads, etc.; the views of England might possibly be altered, specially since the G.O. had greatly modified its own views as to the volume of the Sacred Law. Belief in a Supreme Being seems also to have undergone a change and I suggested Bro. Lepage should insist on the fact that at the time relations were broken between the G.L. of England and the G.O. of France, the G.M. of French Masonry was Rev. Mr. F. Desmons, a Protestant minister who certainly was no atheist and could not have countenanced atheism.

As a proof of the changed attitude of French Masonry, Bro. Lepage showed me several documents, summons, etc.. bearing as a headline the abbreviations (A.L.G.D.G.A. de l'U) "To the Glory of the Great Architect of the Universe". He also left with me photographs of the interior of "Volney" Lodge over which he presides, showing the altar at the foot of the Master's seat in the East, this being the position it occupies in English Lodges, and the big "G" hanging from the ceiling, as in our own Lodges.

Who knows, possibly because of Bro. Lepage's visit to us, a rapprochement may result between the strictly deistic Lodges such as we have in English-speaking countries and those of France. Germany seems to have fallen into the line, why not France?
C. H.

Editorial Note:—We have been informed that no less than five American Grand bodies and one Canadian (Manitoba) have extended recognition and entertain fraternal relations with the Grand Orient of France. If we understand American Jurisprudence correctly, all "Regular" Grand Bodies are enjoined not to extend fraternal relations to those Grand Bodies who have recognized bodies that do not make the belief in T.G.A.O.T.U. compulsory; the resulting situation would therefore seem quite complicated, more so than in the case of Negro Masonry of Prince Hall affiliation, which holds the same views as do the "regular" Grand bodies" relative to the G.A.O.T.U.

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Switzerland of America South, our little apartment and belly Santiago

In Czechia, we admire the Swiss. It is believed that their country is, among other, very sour. "We went skiing this winter. We rented a small cottage and left our skis outside all night. And no one has stolen." Such a story is a legend that the Czechs are told that their country is dreaming Switzerland of the East.

I noticed that, cons, and especially the French and Savoyards Grenoble I know, regard the Swiss as people without humor and their country in a kind of prison where people do not stop to s spy on each other.

Chileans sometimes say that Chile is the Switzerland of South America. And this may be true. The flight is less frequent and the country is largely about. Finally, especially if you live in a wealthy neighborhood where the car pass without stopping the district police are called militia. And even there, where there are no militias, people have habits to mingle a bit everything from skis to a stroller nearby parked it. And I think I'll never stop to amaze me before enrollment in means of transportation that I call "denounces your driver. The inscriptions say: "The driver called XY. If you do not like how it leads call 123456 ". The long-distance bus are even equipped with a speed control. A sharp noise awakens the passengers whenever the driver exceeds the speed limit and it appears on the panel for example, Alvaro Gonzalez rolls to 102 km / h instead of 100km / h. I do not know if there are people who bother to call the line, but I'm sure the bus ride to Santiago always as fast as most driver is crazy. And how you want to stay normal, if you must ride all day in the crazy traffic and think of Santiago in your bus, it monitors whether you ride well and may be there is a person which calls for the line Gonzalo Alvarez has said that the bus stop between stations that Mrs Maria Dolores can get out in front of his house, while it is forbidden.

I say that the Czechs, looking to surprise their ski chalet, does not see the other side of the story. The policing and rules that leave no room for dialogue or compromise. And humanity with its errors, its negative aspects, but also positive sides. And finally, all its rules, it is a weapon in the hands of frustrated people.

In our building, there are many things that are forbidden. I have already told you that hours when you can make noise by work are very limited. Of course, with such limitations, I have completely abandoned the idea of making house parties. It is well written in the rules of the building that can make noise with the music until midnight. And knowing our neighbors, they call the guard at 12:00. I already fear how it goes when we have guests. If you want to swim with them, we'll have to bring them to the pool by two and two elected officials should be equipped with special permits. When the workers they neighbor "borrowed" the shoes of Cosmonaut, I wanted to put up posters throughout the condominium that I give a sum of money to the person who brings me the shoes. Because I thought the cosmonaut has forgotten in the car park. But the guard told me that it is forbidden to put posters with tape. So I slipped the posters behind glass cabinets that display small building rules. I thought it was clever as well, I do not use the tape. But in a small half hour, there were more posters. I'm sure it's a neighbor who found it ugly and told the guards to pick up all that junk.

neighbors are bothered by it. I've said we were going everywhere with Hektor, my little bike. When I need more time in the day, before I leave the building. Our winery is small and more, as you can not do work, there is still no shelves, so there are lots of things on earth. In front of the building, there is plenty of room and people would leave their bicycles. In addition, entry begins with a staircase, so nobody is carrying things on there and there are no disabled people in our building.

But today in the afternoon, when I wanted to go to my volunteer work, I went out and Hektor was gone. I have not forgotten? No. I have left well before the building! I ran to see the guards. The security guard told me he knew nothing of my bike. At the moment I saw Raul, breathless, how he came back from I do not know where. He said he had to move my bike, because people complain that it is outside the building. He put on the parking of bicycles which is four entries later, a place that is less convenient because the farthest, to park cars. A place full of dead bike, because nobody would not until there every day to ride. But this is the place to put bikes. And Raul has taken my 15 kilos of Hektor with his lock U three extra kilos, he put on his back and he brought up there.

Today, electricity has jumped. Of course it was exactly the time when we wanted to make a small espresso with Mathilde. The electricity jumps without stopping, so I know well where are the circuit breakers. In the hallway closet. I went there, but I found the locked cabinet. Without doubt, someone has to complain that the cupboards are open all the time and were therefore closed. A trip to the guards was thus re-proposed. It was Raul who gave me the keys. But the keys did not work. Raul not believe me. I am a woman and he is not sure I know how to use keys. So he sent another guard with me to confirm the diagnosis. Once the diagnosis is confirmed, the guard began to try to open the cupboard with the force. After 15 minutes, he called another guard and they started to use levers. And then, after another 15 minutes of work, the cabinet failed. There. Easy to reset circuit breakers. Especially now, when the lock of the closet was stuffed.

course that the whistleblower received the protection of witnesses and nobody will tell you who is complaining. So I try to be always so nice, to tolerate the fact that the children of our neighbors over dribble with the ball in their room, even if they could do fairly well in the courtyard where they are not threatened by (my) bike. I say that was probably a neighbor who likes to watch other people's faults. Why do the same, then. But I feel all that much influence my tolerance.

In Czech, who knows why, when we mean that in someone, it's pretty and nice, we say "a house / apartment as a small cage." I think that in Chile, we can say that our apartment is a small cage, yes. We are trying to fill. Finally, the fact Cosmonaut although remote, as it is for a change in Telescope. So, I still still closed to the house to the length of day and wait for deliveries and artisans. Artisans, who have always reflex drill them out exactly 13heures, now that the curfew is needed in the building. It was also the case with Juan who came connecting our dishwasher. He spent the morning looking for material that was not, admittedly, his fault. It is I who should have made sure that the Chilean is compatible with the taking of the dishwasher! Even if we had bought in Chile, it is not automatic you can connect your device. We already had this experience with our furnace yet, and I forget! But the dishwasher had taken a completely weird, I'm sure it must have been taking Chinese. But Juan is Sodimac party and he brought a suitable outlet. Miracle!

still I moved boxes for delivery drivers can put a bookshelf and a couch. As usual, it does not happen without mistakes, so the shelf was damaged and the couch needed to be installed by a professional who was ill, would not come, had died or did not exist. Instead I made for the sofa has therefore served as a place to put the couch into pieces, and place for the shelves was just big enough to sink dirty Juan turned from the kitchen. The shelf will come. Finally, before they must wait for the statement that I made the shelf damaged. Afterwards, they must find a shelf undamaged. And then find a driver. They will call. Et cetera.

Because if you want to get out of economic terms such as competition, you're screwed. The choice is so limited that we have found only two stores, and Portico Muebles Sur, with the furniture that was overpriced and not selling beautiful furniture. And those two shops know so well that there is no competition and that it is not worth breaking the feet. Portico did not find anything strange about the fact that they have delivered us a table supposedly new, but obviously the same table we saw in the paper shop. Person has not taken the lead in the hide and the table was always the price. The deliverymen have confirmed that this is the display table and they helped me find scratches. After a few days of my calls mad, the Store Manager gave me 15% discount. She could not change it, because she had no other and there was no longer in Spain, where the furniture came from Portico. I vowed that I will buy anything in this shop, but in a few weeks while I looked for a cabinet to put the dishes, I realized that Portico is the only cabinet hostage about drinking. We said we would still have a chance to Portico, but it will not sell us a piece of furniture without reducing exposure. I showed the sellers scratches on the furniture and asked for a discount. But no, it is out of question! Well yes, they have two copies, one of Arauco and the Portico Portico Vitacura, and there is no other furniture such as Spain or elsewhere in the world, but not by reducing, anyway!

I left telling me it's crazy. What is this business strategy to expose the furniture that I have not and do not want to expose to get rid of something I? Money laundering, we said.

In two days I received Muebles On this shelf and the damaged sofa that nobody could climb, I told you about. The place to clear the furniture was made by the sink dirty. In short, the apartment was more welcoming.

The next day, tired of the carnage in our home, I missed Portico Vitacura. I did not resist and I went to another cabinet for dishes. It was not too damaged, but he had a drawer just stowed away. I showed the head of the shop that offered me that he would go to Arauco Portico where he will take a tray of loose and he dropped me off the scent. But reduction, gosh, no.

My dear readers. Sometimes when one has the moral socks, forget pride. I bought the furniture and I paid the total price. Yes, they're good traders. They know that customers, they come back. To keep a little self-esteem, I tell myself at least, they laundered less sub.

What will stop to amaze me is the joy of life that shows a lot of Chilean. Because if we were a bit of trouble to furnish our apartment, put it in a habitable condition by fighting with our neighbors, at least, it was not financial concerns. So in reality, it n ' has almost not worry. Most Chileans have the same worries, but in addition, their life is counted by a peso. I do not know where their energy comes out and the fact they always seem to be happy. When I joined Portico, there were two guys who came to see me expressing their joy: "You know you are! We know you! You live in Monte Carmelo!" Astonished, I watched without knowing where I know them. "But we, we brought you the table! How did it go? You have received a discount?" I happily followed the two in the store. They looked at the furniture I wanted to buy me and they looked with enthusiasm copy any scoring. Once we found that the drawer is a little box, they ran head to see it just give me a discount. Which I have not received but got the two deliverymen who brought me the closet with incredible joy. And it's always like this. Chileans, even if at first glance, they are often not very friendly, after two minutes that you spend together, they ask you how you're going constantly, how do you like Chile, if you like beans, if you like Chilean food, if you like football, if you have children, if you work, good, brief, there is always something to talk about.

But life for most Chileans is very hard. Several more times this week, I felt very sorry for them and I told myself that we are is privileged. Juan, the gentleman who installed the dishwasher at home, had an accident two years ago. His car was inoperable and he spent time in hospital. Meanwhile, the construction company went bankrupt. But as it is clever, he always finds the work of a mason or none. But with the crisis, most sites was stopped. He is doing as we can and we could give him work for the day with his wife, Victoria, our housekeeper.

The boy who came to help with Juan has a similar story. Unfortunately, I forgot his name and the blog, I'll call him so for example Pedro. It lives in the San Ramon, next to La Granja, south of Santiago. Pedro told me that her neighborhood is good, but it is just off Pintana, a neighborhood full of drugs. But I assure you that even in San Ramon, you can not leave your empty house and go on a weekend, if you want to find all your business. Pedro worked as a laborer as Toyota is doing in its own way in time of crisis. The company stopped production for two months and it fired for two months, the workers. It will take them back afterwards. In Chile, it is possible. Now, therefore, Pedro did not return. Fortunately, in Chile, there is a network relationships and people help each other. Juan Pedro is therefore with him to help him with work. During the time that Juan was looking to take the dishwasher to Sodimac, Pedro cleaned and afterwards he came to me. He asked me how I was, I liked how Chile and as I too have asked questions, he told me his story slowly. He said he had two children, a decade, and the other ten months. He speaks with pride of his eldest son who is hard at school and had a scholarship to college. With the same pride, he tells me he got married very young, because his future wife, a nurse, received an offer from the United States with a rich family where she worked as a caregiver. And like Pedro did not want her to leave, he proposed marriage. But after the birth of first child, his wife suffered from depression and post-natal depression that has reappeared with the second. Suddenly, his wife occasionally works as the housekeeper, as nursing job is too stressful for her. When Pedro tells me about his wife's depression, I see tears in his eyes. I see that he too is on the verge of a depression. I imagine his life unemployed, with the sick wife and two children. I asked him if his wife has followed. He assures me they see a therapist every two weeks. We talk a bit about what is postnatal depression and I ask, if his wife is breastfeeding. I said yes. With my primitive English, I said she should stop, because depression is often linked to hormonal balance. I'm surprised nobody has mentioned it. But I also see in his eyes as if his wife stops breastfeeding, they will have to feed the child in another way. Better in a month. When Toyota rehire.

The mental illnesses are horrible. And they are especially if you're poor. I do my volunteer association which are all types of people. Alzheimer's disease does not discriminate. But I see from the poor is a disease more difficult. Because they can not afford a home help. Sometimes it's neighbors to help, fortunately. Also, the public health care system is not the same. Public physicians have no time to listen to the patient's family to distinguish whether the patient has hallucinations, if delusional, or conversely if he sleeps all day. So, for the poor, care is more difficult, also because the "good" moments with the patient are rare. And there are financial concerns added. This poor

Chile scares me. I know that my worries are small concerns. It this, Chile: rich neighborhoods with their lives and fliquée isolated and poor areas where people live as they can ...