Donald Trump should be living with 150$ a month, like many in south America

A man sleeping in the street with no shoes

 

Being like a Caribbean for a month: Dream or Nightmare?

For Mr. Donald Trump it may be a fairy tale, surrounded by women, luxurious yachts and servants.

What if I tell you: “I am living like someone from the Dominican Republic”?
Would you consider me a poor or a rich person?

The answer is in the question, which means that I am either poor or rich, there is not much between.
Extreme poverty is rampant in  the most of south-central America. Meaning that people have no home, not enough money for food, water or health.
Still, you see plenty of extremely expensive cars and posh people living in their luxurious villas  with the very poor just few hundred meters away.
This is what will become of US if Trump is elected.

Colonialism, Christianity, Capitalism and Corruption, the poisoning cocktail with the four “C”; this is the busine$$ plan of Donald Trump.

Walking around many south American countries, you can’t miss men, of all ages, playing domino with a table right in the middle of the street, big cucarachas on the sidewalk, kind street vendors that sell anything, poverty: the result of political corruption, coming out here and then with the shape of a human being.

There is no balance, here you have to pray god (the most people is strongly Christian) to not get sick, because if you do, you will need a lot of money to cure yourself in a private clinic.
Cars drive like there is no tomorrow, it’s not hard to get hit by a car, and if you are poor, you would be without a leg, in the street,  for the rest of your life. With no social support from the institutions.Begging money to buy food.

Food in the supermarket is more expensive than in Europe or the US, in some cases is the double.
A piece of bread may cost two dollars, but the most of the people earn 150 $ per month,  ten times less than in the USA, that’s equal of 1/20 buying power difference, in a place where institutions help the rich and nearly nothing is public or free: Hospitals, Universities, Social Care, they are made just for the rich.

I test on myself how it feels like to live with 150 dollars per month in the Dominican Republic, because this is the salary the lower class gets, including public officers.
It’s hard, complicated and frustrating, I don’t even count in the 150$ the accommodation, cause I already arranged it outside that budget.
It’s actually harder to live here with this average ´salary’ than in Europe or the US with no salary.


The Ass, the only thing Trump is not racist with.

The most ironic thing is, that in the Dominican Republic, I start to feel the need of money, food, and services. While for the public opinion ,this place is supposed to be cheap and affordable.

The most ironic thing is, that in the Dominican Republic, I start to feel the need of money, food, and services. While for the public opinion ,this place is supposed to be cheap and affordable.

I have done one week of “technical fasting”, which I also did to keep my expenses low but I need even to do a second “technical fasting”, because of my budget.
Even more ironically, during my fasting, while taking a course to improve my Spanish skills, I get to the ‘food and eating’ chapter of my study course, which is not helping my hunger.
This country has been the toughest one to live as a freegan. Even for me, born in a big south Italian family, where the fridge was often empty because of the bad financial’s administration of my father. But being in such a situation with a whole family is different than being alone, it could be both better or worse.

I often have the wish to give small amounts of money to the ones in need that I punctually meet in the street, sometimes I do it, but doing it means having less to eat myself, cause my budget allows me barely to have enough to buy my own food and water.
This is actually a good training to understand what sharing means, it means to give what you have, even if you then have less for yourself. The privation of what you don’t necessarily need.

When I go to the market, doing some bargain, sellers ask me where I am from, I answer saying I am partially Dominican partially North African (which is not completely a lie), at this point they look at me with open wide eyes and give me the lowest price.

POLITICIANS IN SANTO DOMINGO
Politics affiches are everywhere to see, I even saw an ambulance doing political propaganda with stickers of a certain party. They have great political speakers here; this is the best they can do: to speak.
How can those politicians allow higher classes to thrive while there are kids, young boys, in the street asking for FOOD? Not even money, they simply ask for food and they are skinny, the most of them clean shoes in order to get few cents, which are never enough to buy a meal.
While walking along the beach I see one of them asking some people a bit of food, those persons had plenty, but they were not really keen to give him much.
While walking along the beach I see one of them asking some people a bit of food, those persons had plenty, but they were not really keen to give him much.
In this country, you don’t have drinkable water in the tap, neither you have fountains to drink, to get drinkable water you have to pay for it.
At home–for those who have one–you don’t even have a centralized water system, but a truck has to come and refill the tanks of those who can afford to have water, non-drinkable of course.
Many people drink non-clean water just because they can’t pay to buy it.
I am saving even drops of water because otherwise, I am not able to get within my budget.
I have witnessed people refilling their bottles from the rich one´s garden, risking to get diseases just to drink any water. To survive.

Many good political speakers talk to people in squares to convince them to vote for their party. I have to admit, they are quite attractive, as speakers. But not as men: the people does not really love to get involved in politics, they are disinterested in the topic, because “politicians are all the same” they say.
I would say that politics it’s like getting building works at home : if you are are not participating in the process or not pay attention, the professionals may mess up things quite a bit.

DISEASES
There is a mosquitos-diseases emergency in Santo Domingo and all Caribbeans, I went to the supermarket to search for a repeller, the cheapest one, in sales, costs almost ten dollars. It may last for one month. I am not surprised Dengue Fever, malaria, chikungunya and zika viruses are out of control. How can a poor–or average–person afford to avoid or cure it if they don’t even have clean water?
I am even developing the skill to kill mosquitos by hands in order to protect myself from those diseases. Mosquitos here fly really fast and they are really silent.
I am walking every day, and night, for about four hours, everywhere in the city. It´s shocking to see luxury villas just few hundred meters away from the ´favelas’, areas where many sleep in the street and have no more than few bricks or a field as a toilet.
I see a man, woman and kids nearly naked in an abandoned piece of land that they use as ‘home’, the smallest kid could be three years old, she does her physiological needs a couple of meters next to the space where they sleep, all in open air, on dirty grass surrounded by garbage.
In the marginal districts of Santo Domingo, which are the biggest part of the city, the most people live between trash, feces, and dogs. The only exception is for the Historical Center and few other streets where the higher class lives their fairy life.
Garbage collection is done by big trucks, which drive around with a couple of persons taking the trash with bare hands and pieces of wood sometimes, throwing the trash to the top of the vehicle. Often they jump inside the pile of trash to reduce its volume.If the area is in a poor neighborhood, they don’t collect all the trash of the street. The most common trash to find in the streets is the soft,foamy, plastic food case that eateries (comedor) give. In many places the most people is not educated about not throwing trash in the street, recycling does not exist.
Electricity is not always working, in average you have a blackout every couple of days, or daily. In all the city–the capital–, paradoxically you can see street lights on all day round, even with a bright sun–just in the rich streets, of course, don’t get me wrong–.

Water is also not always available and even the higher class may not have hot water. This is actually the least problematic thing, cause the temperature rarely goes below 25 degrees celsius, the perfect temperature for insects to reproduce.

 

CHRISTIANITY AND CARS ARE AT EVERY STEP

Almost one car on five has a sticker about Maria, Jesus or God. The church has been forcibly imported and took a big place in society. This is the common factor for the people here, poor and rich, they all believe in Christianity and want to display it. You may find cars with no number plates, driving like crazy possibly killing anything in front of them, but showing a plate with a biblical aphorism.

Cars are everywhere, the air is well aromatized with exhaust gas flavor and you don’t have to worry about dying of cancer because you will probably end up hit by a car before cancer can progress.
That’s also a demographic control from the government I guess.
Big, luxurious churches are displaying the power of God, a big power, but not strong enough to fight poverty, or actually they do fight poverty, and they won the war against poverty, internal poverty, cause the churches have never been poor themselves, they rather keep poverty outside their doors, I am not sure this was what Jesus was teaching.

 

THE POSH UPPER CLASS INDIFFERENT AND FEELING SUPERIOR

The wealthy neighborhoods have well maintained clean streets, luxurious cars, expensive shops and people dressed in brand clothing. Many of those persons don’t seem to be noticing the problem of poverty, or at least, they don’t do much to balance their wealth.
How can you feel proud of yourself inside a sportive Porsche, while you see from the black windows of your supercar, five years old children begging or an older woman homeless peeing in her pants because she has not even where to do it?

Maybe the black windows of your car are not just made to protect you from the sun, but also from the shame of being indifferent and a parasite?  Those black glasses are not enough to isolate you from the poor, even your high-class hotel, resort, shopping mall, business center, it will not isolate you keeping you out of responsibility.
If you can help someone next to you, but you don’t do it, you are guilty.
There are always ways to help, even just talking.

 

PEOPLE AND BUSINESS

The only place where they’ve tried to cheat me so far it’s a big posh supermarket, where they tried to charge me more at the counter.
While in the markets, where poorest people is, I always get better prices than the one for locals.

 

DARK, BLACK, MORE BLACK, BLACKER

Talking with Dominican people I discover that they like Europeans, especially Spanish, even if during the colony time Spanish people massacred all the local population.
The just love white people.
Maybe that’s why they like them, because there is no autoctone anymore who cares about the matter.
By looking at the face of the people you can easily see that the most are a mix of European and African, having dark skin.
No traces of the native people.
In spite of the fact that most of the population is brown/black, still, Dominicans make huge differences between the level of ‘skin darkness’.
It seems that the darker you are the more you are marginalized.
Locals point at the darkest persons as “African”, too dark to have mixed up with the European in the past and probably from Haiti.

While in a basketball game with kids, I am told by pubers that the darkest ones are African–born in Santo Domingo but originally from Haiti–and they are less smart than brown people.
I tell them that I am a bit North African, as every south-Italian is–because of Hannibal–they are quite surprised and don’t answer.

 

WHO IS ACCOUNTABLE

I was talking to Esperanza, a sweet old lady that lives in the streets since a while, I was telling her that she could do some volunteering in exchanging for a bed and food. A woman nearby, just passing, that heard about this ‘work’,  interrupted  my conversation and told me: “I want to do it, she does not need it because she lives in the street and she is used to this lifestyle, she would not wake up on time to work”.

Hearing that is  actually really sad, because even common people, from average income families, are thinking that once someone is in the street, has to end his life in the streets. While Esperanza was really interested in ending her homelessness.

The passing woman was arguing that Esperanza is adapted to street life and this is supposed to be until the end of her life, because in this ‘gentlewoman’ mind, the homeless lifestyle would give Esperanza freedom, more liberty than living in a house.

I am quite sure that woman never slept in the street, otherwise, she would not link freedom with social margination as result of a capitalistic, egoistic society.

It’s easy to be indifferent and say that the poor is in that condition because of himself, that they are lazy, criminals, drug addicted and maybe they even have more money than a middle-class person but they hide it. This kind of thinking is what I hate the most.

Each person in the street is different, each of them has a different problem, which is mostly psychological, physical and economical. But what they need for sure is help, respect, and consideration, each of them in a different way.
Whom to blame if a child of eight years is in the street with no food, no water, no place? We may say their family, they were not supposed to make a child if they didn’t have the resources to let him grow. But if the family didn’t have the education to know enough about it, if the family didn’t even have condoms or didn’t technically know how to prevent pregnancy. If maybe the family is not even there, who is accountable?
We can say the state and institutions of course, but who is accountable to watch and push state and institutions to do the right thing?
We are all responsible, starting from the richest, which is using the most resources.

We can do many things to fight poverty, the first is to choose honest politicians with a program to have the rich pay for who has no money. We don’t just have to give a vote, we have also to participate and keep an eye on the results, providing feedback.

We can help the people next door, if you see someone in need for some food, give them food.
If you see someone needing clothes, give them clothes.
The most of us have a bathroom, people in the street don’t, we can offer them to take a shower.
If someone is needing some social contact or psychological help, talk to that person.

Ah, another thing you can do to save the planet, if you don’t want a world of tramps, DON’T VOTE TRUMP.

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Cycling naked into the world’s most radioactive area: Chernobyl

Wooden bridge with slit in the middle

Cycling through the Radioactive area of Chernobyl and ghost towns

I start cycling from Minsk and I go south to Ukraine, I pass nearby Chernobyl: Naroulia–one of the most radio-contaminated city of the world–, the Radioecological reserve Polesky and the nuclear ghost town of Poliske (Ukraine), which is between two military checkpoints.
Many dangers on the way, but the radioactivity pollution is not the biggest.
The Belarusian army, police, wild animals, falling apart bridges, injuries and even lack of drinkable water was what made the cycling challenging.

LUKASHENKO

It’s like an authoritarian father, not allowing his children to do anything he does not like them to do.
I feel it from his army and police, so close minded and standardized.

THE HIERARCHIC WRONG FAIRYTALE OF CINDERELLA

Belarus make me think of fairytales.
Children’s stories that can make kids adults heroes, or just robots, depending on the content of the narration.
Let’s take Cinderella as example, an apparent nice story.
But there is a manipulative teaching: kids learning that a prince or a king is more important than a common person.
Cinderella wants to get out of her poverty through marrying a prince. This is not just sexisst but higly hierarchic and non meritocratic.

If there would be no prince there would be no poor ladies like Cinderella.

GETTING INTO TROUBLES WITH BELARUSIAN ARMY

To take a shortcut, I go through the forest, crossing a falling apart bridge I see a strange field in front of me: it’s not forest, neither cultivated, on the map is shown just as a gray area. I go into it to cross it.
I see big holes on the ground and I have a strange feeling.

All the patterns marked on the map don’t match the real path and I am stuck in this place. I decide to camp there for the night, feeling a bit worried.

During the night I hear trucks passing, I look more carefully out of the tend and I spot a destroyed war tank far from me.
I start thinking I may be somewhere where I should not be!

In the morning I am awaken by a big military truck passing, a soldier with three stars on is jackets comes out of it, telling me, ‘almost friendly’, that I am in a military exercitation camp, where they are shooting with fantery and heavy weapons. He tells me to leave asap.
I thank him and I leave, I think that he was quite kind to have just told me to leave without even asking who I am.

After two kilometers there is a checkpoint, with soldiers and the man I spoke previously was there waiting for me, he politely tells me that I have to be interrogated.

I am ready for interrogation and I am quite happy to be alive, not aware that the interrogation will lasts seven hours and I am asked about EVERYTHING.
They check all my stuff, included my private pictures on my phone, emails, facebook and all you can find on my google account.
The find some naked pictures of me, where I promote Cyclonudista, and tell me that pornography is illegal in Belarus, I tell them that that’s just my body as I was born.

At the end I am told that a truck will come to pick me up and bring me “on the right way…”.


After another half hour a truck comes, I am helped to get inside of it with my bicycle, there are soldiers with weapons in it.
I am not able to see outside, it’s dark and I am about to vomit for the shaking and the dust.
I can now understand a little what animals in cages feel when they are transported from one place to another, I understand why many of them die on the way. I almost wished to die myself on that truck.
I am worried and paranoid, I think  that they would harm or even kill me. They seem too kind to be true.
The truck stops, the same people who inspected me open the door from outside and I am free, for real.
Never felt better in my life.

DOGS AND WILD ANIMALS ON THE WAY

In the tent I clearly hear wolves, I am ready with pepper spray and a metal stick–a detached handlebar–to fight, but luckily they don’t come too near.
Dogs are barking to the wolves all night long. What to know what I think about dogs?
Dogs are the most evident example of human insatisfaction.

I see a farm in front of me, I see people kicking and pulling cows as they are pieces of

EVEN IMPORTANT THINGS ARE EASY TO FORGET

When we change from different situations we can forget really fast, and deeply. We may easily forget all the struggle we were in before, if we are suddenly in a more comfortable situation.
The ones of us with memory for the sad past, the ones that remember also the bad times of others around, the persons that have this sensibility, those are our heroes, those are the ones to whom we have to be grateful.


YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND

When you have a home, you can’t understand homelessness.
When you have a full belly, you can’t understand the hungry one.
When you are healthy, you can understand pain.

I also don’t understand how I am able to cycle: just one week before starting, I do a wrong movement and my back gets blocked, people need to pull me up and lift me for about three days in order to let me move.
My right eye has some loss of sharpness; while cycling I fall down, I hurt my hand and I am not able to use it for all the rest of the trip… But this didn’t stop me.


USSR AND COMMUNISM – UKRAINE OPEN TO EU

Kiev is much different than Minsk or Riga, which both give me USSR, anti western, pro-Putin feeling.

I was more keen to like the Soviet Union before my trips to the Baltics, Belarus and Ukraine.
After the seeing huge economic and social differences even in Belarus, which is the only country in the world that continues on the USSR regime, I am not sure I like this kind of communism. I would not even call it communism, but dictatorship.

I have noticed that freedom of speech is unknown in Belarus, the country is ruled by police with little-no personal liberty.


I would say that among ex-USSR countries, Ukraine is the most open and EU-oriented country, even if there is a long way to go.
While Latvia was the most unfriendly country for western people.

TRAVEL COMPANION

I mostly travel alone because I am often disappointed by travel companions. Some of them pretend to be lovers, but are much better than expected as traveling companionship, much worse than expected as lover.

WAR IN UKRAINE

What’s the difference between a detainee and a soldier?
The only difference is that the soldier can let out his hunger and frustration freely on other people.


EUROPEANS SHOULD LEARN FROM UKRAINIANS

In Ukraine people is not smiling all the times, sometimes they give you the impression of unhappiness. Except this, I have experienced great manners, honesty and really friendly attitude.
Things work well here, public services are smooth and internet is really fast and cheap.

The subway in Kiev works extremely efficiently, it’s clean and everyone is perfectly well educated to stand up from their seats for an older person. The same in the tram, trolley bus and minibus.

Walking at night, even in really dark areas, is totally safe. Nobody bothers you even if is clear that you are a foreigner. 

Police and army people are friendly. They are working hard and will not bother you, in south europe (especially in Italy) this is not the case.

I never felt unsafe or threatened here ,  to be sincere I felt much better that in many European capitals.

Families with young and sick child are house evicted, Santo Domingo

Protesting

There is chronic problem of homelessness and poverty in Santo Domingo and all Dominican Republic. The Institutions, Governments and Churches don’t have any working plan or support for homelessness, neither for disabled people.
In this story that I have witnessed today, there are few families potentially becoming homeless.

 

Wednesday, 9 march 2016

SANTO DOMINGO — Several families in the street protesting because they were evicted out of home situated in Calle Isabel la catolica 112,  from the magnate owner, Jose Hernando, which owns also a luxury hotel,” Hodelpa Caribe Colonial”, downtown the capital of the Dominican Republic (‘Zona Clolonial’).

Families with children, even one baby, which is sick, as they say; were sittings at the side-entrance of the Hotel,
stating to have been ‘kicked out’  the day before in a brutal way, claiming that it was not ethical —there are pictures on the net from yesterday, showing all the furniture in the street, burned up—.

I went in the hotel asking to talk with the owner to ask more informations, but he was not there.
I have emailed the hotel waiting for an answer.

Here the video