Thursday, April 17, 2008
To be a woman and to have price
Trafficking in women is a form of modern-day slavery and one of the most urgent human rights issues facing the world today. It occurs in almost all countries of the world. But specifically here, in Argentina, trafficking women is one of the most lucrative forms of international crime.For years, trafficking rings have grown on the exploitation of women from developing countries. In our country, women are caught by newspapers offering well-paid jobs as waitress or in other provinces, taking advantage of the bad economic situation the victim may be going through.In our country exists a system of organised crime that captures women, sells them and puts them to work as prostitutes in slave-like conditions.In Tucumán, there have been cases of women who have disappeared from their homes and they haven’t come back yet. Their families have claimed for them, they want them to go back, but they haven’t got any answer from the government. One of the most known cases is that one of Marita Verón, who was kidnapped from one block from her house in April 2002 when she was 23 years old. Since that moment, her mother, Susana Trimarco de Verón, has launched for the search of her daughter. Until now, she helped to rescue more than 100 women who were trafficked to work in brothels in La Rioja and Entre Rios. But this case is not the only example. In Tucuman, there have been more than 100 cases in the last years regarding women and girls who have disappeared.Many of the missing women come from different social backgrounds but especially from lower classes.Investigations should continue in order to provide assistance for the victims. Some months ago, Mrs Trimarco de Veron created a foundation which gives support victims and helps them to reintegrate to their communities.Personally, I have to say I admire this woman as since the very first moment she has shown strength and bravery, and she highlighted a situation which goes unnoticed in our country. Thanks to her efforts, Human Trafficking is gaining attention in our country and victims are being encouraged to report these crimes.
Free writing (draft II)
What I always hated the most when classes start is the first day of classes. Since I was a child I always feared all the uncertainty that implies to begin a new period at school without knowing how good or bad this year could be and having to deal with expectations to fulfil, fears to overcome and patience to put in test.
Well, this year has not been an exception. I have already imagined this year is going to be hard as it is the last one of my career (hopefully) and I’ll have to do my best in order to achieve.
The first class I attended this year was Didactica II and while the teacher was explaining in what the subject is going to consist, I remembered what happened when I had to do the teaching trainings at Didactica I. Despite of the fear I felt about being in front of a class for the first time, I really enjoyed it and I appreciated every moment I spent there, being a teacher. But at that time I was with a great partner to help me whenever I needed it. Now I’m supposed to be alone and while the teacher talked about the schools, the students and whatever related to “the practices”, I could only think about how it is going to be, to be on the road again, but alone this time.
But don’t get me wrong with what I’m saying. I’m not afraid of being in front of a class. I know the process of becoming a teacher takes a lot of time and the teaching trainings are required, and I accept that. It’s just that uncertainty reigns in my world these days.
Once the class finished, we had a break and then the English Language class started. As a task, we were asked to practice free writing for about 15 minutes, and honestly I have to say that I felt a little afraid of running out of ideas. I’m not a very creative person but at that moment I managed to write something which was not very clear by at the time I read it for the first time.
Once I finished the free writing, I remembered that the last year I didn’t have any problem to write the entries for my blog and I enjoyed doing that. I’m a kind of person who always questions about what happens in the world, with people’s attitudes,etc,etc so I always had something to write about. And it was there, when I realized that it was not the lack of ideas what concerned me but the not very optimistic days I’m going through these days.
Well, this year has not been an exception. I have already imagined this year is going to be hard as it is the last one of my career (hopefully) and I’ll have to do my best in order to achieve.
The first class I attended this year was Didactica II and while the teacher was explaining in what the subject is going to consist, I remembered what happened when I had to do the teaching trainings at Didactica I. Despite of the fear I felt about being in front of a class for the first time, I really enjoyed it and I appreciated every moment I spent there, being a teacher. But at that time I was with a great partner to help me whenever I needed it. Now I’m supposed to be alone and while the teacher talked about the schools, the students and whatever related to “the practices”, I could only think about how it is going to be, to be on the road again, but alone this time.
But don’t get me wrong with what I’m saying. I’m not afraid of being in front of a class. I know the process of becoming a teacher takes a lot of time and the teaching trainings are required, and I accept that. It’s just that uncertainty reigns in my world these days.
Once the class finished, we had a break and then the English Language class started. As a task, we were asked to practice free writing for about 15 minutes, and honestly I have to say that I felt a little afraid of running out of ideas. I’m not a very creative person but at that moment I managed to write something which was not very clear by at the time I read it for the first time.
Once I finished the free writing, I remembered that the last year I didn’t have any problem to write the entries for my blog and I enjoyed doing that. I’m a kind of person who always questions about what happens in the world, with people’s attitudes,etc,etc so I always had something to write about. And it was there, when I realized that it was not the lack of ideas what concerned me but the not very optimistic days I’m going through these days.
Free writing (draft I)
In our English Language class we were asked to practice free writing and to write non-stop for fifteen minutes. It was my first day of classes so I’m sorry for such a mess…then we were supposed to expand some ideas from the first piece of writing and write another entry. Finally, we had to re rewrite it and have a purpose for it. Honestly, I did not have a purpose. I just know that I wrote what it came to my mind at that moment and again, I’m sorry for not going straight to the point. I just want you to know that the intention was there.
Today is our first day of class at the Lola and our Language teacher has just given us a task: to write non-stop for 15 minutes about whatever it comes to our minds and honestly I have to say that I feel a little afraid of running out of ideas right now…I feel like I’m writing always about the same things and I don’t wanna have boring entries…
However, if I think it clearly, I find myself with dozens and I dare to say hundreds of ideas to include in my journals. I’m a kind of person who always questions about what happens in the world, with people’s attitudes,etc.etc. So it’s good to have all those thoughts and feelings written on a piece of paper (or in a blog in this case).
If I’d have to do the same I did the last year, I know the writing task will worth. It san be good to write about yourself and let your thoughts out. I remember at the beginning it was not that easy for me. Sometimes I read some pieces of writing that I published on my blog and I feel embarrassed…so much feelings and thoughts being exposed so anybody could read them. Perhaps it is strange the fact that you may have an audience, but you do have it. I’m pretty sure there must be at least one person in the world who thinks or feels like you.
Today is our first day of class at the Lola and our Language teacher has just given us a task: to write non-stop for 15 minutes about whatever it comes to our minds and honestly I have to say that I feel a little afraid of running out of ideas right now…I feel like I’m writing always about the same things and I don’t wanna have boring entries…
However, if I think it clearly, I find myself with dozens and I dare to say hundreds of ideas to include in my journals. I’m a kind of person who always questions about what happens in the world, with people’s attitudes,etc.etc. So it’s good to have all those thoughts and feelings written on a piece of paper (or in a blog in this case).
If I’d have to do the same I did the last year, I know the writing task will worth. It san be good to write about yourself and let your thoughts out. I remember at the beginning it was not that easy for me. Sometimes I read some pieces of writing that I published on my blog and I feel embarrassed…so much feelings and thoughts being exposed so anybody could read them. Perhaps it is strange the fact that you may have an audience, but you do have it. I’m pretty sure there must be at least one person in the world who thinks or feels like you.
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