tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31719491752875972152024-03-12T17:25:44.776-07:00Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of CajamarcaWanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.comBlogger657125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-77775039390817694722024-03-10T04:46:00.000-07:002024-03-10T04:46:52.836-07:00The dreaming of Ñaupa<p><span style="font-family: arial;">I don't dream the empty dreams</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">of lost paradises:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I dream what the dead</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">dreamed to be alive.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Alfredo Mires</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfo6_RWAQ7JHui406r3lONFBeSSvhSfBMdJxPxIWZOrkr8naQUNxGT5XYjwM1DIxjOadFXRRQTP4nDlvtc6LOsKb3OR53LP9QJkwD6sHLANc0kX9I4Vxg97qo7ClnIiCJhzoansBWgsF61Tq4uM7KTaLBZU0D-zs1MPeJRwuQQs2W5tKIxDx4J_yb8Nhc6/s400/foto%20blog%20La%20enson%CC%83acio%CC%81n%20del%20N%CC%83aupa%2003.2024%20(1).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="400" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfo6_RWAQ7JHui406r3lONFBeSSvhSfBMdJxPxIWZOrkr8naQUNxGT5XYjwM1DIxjOadFXRRQTP4nDlvtc6LOsKb3OR53LP9QJkwD6sHLANc0kX9I4Vxg97qo7ClnIiCJhzoansBWgsF61Tq4uM7KTaLBZU0D-zs1MPeJRwuQQs2W5tKIxDx4J_yb8Nhc6/w320-h236/foto%20blog%20La%20enson%CC%83acio%CC%81n%20del%20N%CC%83aupa%2003.2024%20(1).jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-6586417421705502202024-03-10T04:43:00.000-07:002024-03-10T04:43:24.308-07:00Together and in good spirits<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We were already looking forward to the beginning of February - not because of Carnival, but because the first training meeting of the Community Program was on the horizon. We imagined a special meeting, something more "for the soul", to reposition ourselves, to look inward and to start this new year with courage.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">As the people responsible for the Program, it is also our task and our commitment to take care of the caregivers, that is to say, the rural coordinators who accompany the children with projectable capacities and their families in their homes and communities.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3a5MLoRQdF1uhZx7NGPLldtb8ehNBiK8e3fGvNyH1E-ua_TOhpdfFGyJxQB3cKg0_82PzCVkMxYY-EE86VuNUuAkkWZv2qEmqCBWxPtF_y0E2rKaQqcRc6ld189Td-4PGOHr2lfEKpAMmuFQbjOO3sDHgJHlC4JRtV2_f1w7C49FDGpEt8Av6mLwGsa5-/s320/foto%20blog%20Juntos%20y%20con%20a%CC%81nimo%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="320" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3a5MLoRQdF1uhZx7NGPLldtb8ehNBiK8e3fGvNyH1E-ua_TOhpdfFGyJxQB3cKg0_82PzCVkMxYY-EE86VuNUuAkkWZv2qEmqCBWxPtF_y0E2rKaQqcRc6ld189Td-4PGOHr2lfEKpAMmuFQbjOO3sDHgJHlC4JRtV2_f1w7C49FDGpEt8Av6mLwGsa5-/w320-h213/foto%20blog%20Juntos%20y%20con%20a%CC%81nimo%201.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: arial;">In this sense, the visit of Diana Arroyave and Jaime Roldán, from Medellín, Colombia, who are traveling through South America in their travelling house, came as a great surprise. In their project they offer pedagogical experiences in movement, sharing and learning about books, reading, writing and the development of the self through biodance.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Diana and Jaime accompanied us for a whole day - a day that was made short by how entertaining and fun it was to learn new possibilities of reading and writing. We are already looking forward to bringing all the news to the children in the Community Program and thus improving our Reading for Others skills.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">At the end of the day, Diana and Jaime took us into the magical world of our inner selves - dancing, smiling and sharing through music, movement and silence.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you, Diana and Jaime, for being and for being with us.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Rita Mocker</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LPEyOb-SWNVYL_Yn2_rK_MoQEbPt5aTlaDhe1z022rZjLksnLuLzntpfrepoNQbaGfhdm2_xaFtuJ3QTSxchZMOpFrKQuzFrG6mvsdQNRjZtXZQ9ghuaTBK5szItqhRUCRv1oIHw1wemPG0RINBa0_oA4xBgxAv8qXdgHy1u6EUTDfmbUIHPn0oAUImJ/s320/foto%20blog%20Juntos%20y%20con%20a%CC%81nimo%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="320" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9LPEyOb-SWNVYL_Yn2_rK_MoQEbPt5aTlaDhe1z022rZjLksnLuLzntpfrepoNQbaGfhdm2_xaFtuJ3QTSxchZMOpFrKQuzFrG6mvsdQNRjZtXZQ9ghuaTBK5szItqhRUCRv1oIHw1wemPG0RINBa0_oA4xBgxAv8qXdgHy1u6EUTDfmbUIHPn0oAUImJ/s1600/foto%20blog%20Juntos%20y%20con%20a%CC%81nimo%203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-21767400029144717602024-03-10T04:34:00.000-07:002024-03-10T04:34:11.571-07:00Alfredo's footprints<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">On 23rd February we had a virtual meeting with the teachers of our Rural Libraries in Educational Institutions. Not many people had connected, but the group was select and the conversation flowed.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In our reading circle -by those coincidences that are not coincidences- we read <i>El libro y la madrugada</i> - The book and the dawn (from: <i>Esa luz de más adentro - </i>That light from further inside), the introduction written by Alfredo Mires for <i>Los seres del más acá- </i>The beings from over here<i>, </i>in 1988. I will always be surprised by this "absent presence" of Alfredo in our lives and on our path.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Almost at the end of the meeting we asked teachers for help: to write for our social networks. We know that they, from their schools, have a lot to tell and to share.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Then, teacher Clemencia Paredes sent me a photo via WhatsApp, where they were celebrating the end of the 2023 school year with a <i>joijona</i>, a custom she learned in Rural Libraries. And she sent me this greeting: "Thank you, Rita, for showing us Alfredo's footsteps, to follow the route he traced in life."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A beautiful message to remember the birthday of a wonderful person.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Rita Mocker</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlSSaCDxDMzNbDhnfXW3GdvDcAo_C6pCEzoR_cHV5RH7y2LLjESoGUwT0-y26bGX8_EPvZvyIS7exgcYalEGRNRsWCWc2uge2z9zu-M_Qg38BKOvSIObboRN6jF5eU_A3GPlIjO46YCLIkB6qcIZb-eO_MEuw52RYr4gRAzetxKPBpgUmC_T1G9o0oThpm" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlSSaCDxDMzNbDhnfXW3GdvDcAo_C6pCEzoR_cHV5RH7y2LLjESoGUwT0-y26bGX8_EPvZvyIS7exgcYalEGRNRsWCWc2uge2z9zu-M_Qg38BKOvSIObboRN6jF5eU_A3GPlIjO46YCLIkB6qcIZb-eO_MEuw52RYr4gRAzetxKPBpgUmC_T1G9o0oThpm=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-61945295060993041812024-03-07T14:20:00.000-08:002024-03-07T14:20:19.841-08:00We are still: second part <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It seems that the Ñaupa has a lot to do with the mythical Andean feline. So Alfredo Mires tells us:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The myths of origin in the Andean world emphasizes the presence of the mythical feline as the "beginning of the lineage". The symbolic role of the jaguar and the puma is fundamental, also associated with lightning and the personification of "natural phenomena" (...).</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In any case, looking at images of pumas or jaguars, it is not difficult to think that the character of the iconography in question coincides with the mythical feline. Although they will always be assumptions, the coincidence of eyes, "smile" and ears can give rise to the character represented.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It is obvious that, even being the puma, the character is -in general-, humanized, which would ratify the filiation and unity between nature, human community, time and deities in the religious-cultural base of the Andes.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">If we follow the curvature of one of the <i>callanas</i> (earthenware), we could deduce the number of images that the original plate would have contained: there would be 24 characters that, with their pairs, would become 48, the 'perfect' number of the yach'aq (wise men, teachers or 'sorcerers'). When finding so many <i>callanas</i> in the ritual spaces, the question is whether the plates and bowls would not have contained offerings to placate the felines (a practice that is still observed today in the countryside to avoid aggression from the species).</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Alfredo Mires in: El Ñaupa</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_BmmUqSLOVa1f1tsRCMtNQiqNIaVLy-9CW0D-cQ1jCCQ_Cua9xZ7VC9iqQrQANbo1ZCZCG3fdHQAhyHz0RlfJoD46-sJZWhLen-oTRkgOJPknGRvBvHj4xQ2By_P9-g7bkKlQ8JTgT24Cs0ZhqAORbn04WOZHIyaCPNseguVvyJ11OINxEshzGCeY2SL/s320/enson%CC%83acio%CC%81n2%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="320" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_BmmUqSLOVa1f1tsRCMtNQiqNIaVLy-9CW0D-cQ1jCCQ_Cua9xZ7VC9iqQrQANbo1ZCZCG3fdHQAhyHz0RlfJoD46-sJZWhLen-oTRkgOJPknGRvBvHj4xQ2By_P9-g7bkKlQ8JTgT24Cs0ZhqAORbn04WOZHIyaCPNseguVvyJ11OINxEshzGCeY2SL/s1600/enson%CC%83acio%CC%81n2%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVDBzPG-4sqGkfh04jgbqpAfOMqgX687mlWMzIZ5s5oqzchxAmUophKJjup3PgBk4PgwRH_qZ9JL88x5LkJY6zsvaT79N9dIWM5oF-2vvs_V6oFOQoVfjMrqeWw45yqWx2uZ7ige88FRxIlFgUgQali_VA702K6zmBeCE0wmJFWj0Y81lbh9n75Uqb3dO/s400/Enson%CC%83acio%CC%81n3%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="400" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPVDBzPG-4sqGkfh04jgbqpAfOMqgX687mlWMzIZ5s5oqzchxAmUophKJjup3PgBk4PgwRH_qZ9JL88x5LkJY6zsvaT79N9dIWM5oF-2vvs_V6oFOQoVfjMrqeWw45yqWx2uZ7ige88FRxIlFgUgQali_VA702K6zmBeCE0wmJFWj0Y81lbh9n75Uqb3dO/s320/Enson%CC%83acio%CC%81n3%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-89233105025713168892024-03-07T00:06:00.000-08:002024-03-07T00:06:14.848-08:00Rebirths... after the storm<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">As farming families we celebrate the arrival of rain because it is synonymous with life. With it, hopes are reborn and, therefore, when the first drizzles begin we go out to greet them, we welcome them - there will be bread on our tables - we say.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Our grandparents teach us to take care of and respect nature and to prepare ourselves to receive the rain, and sometimes, because of carelessness, unfortunate situations occur. So it happened that, one fine day, the rain filtered through the roof of the space where we store our books, it was close to midnight; so we had to put them in a safe place despite the sleep that invaded us at that time. Questions, worries, sayings, projects were being born in the middle of the running; at times we were overcome with sadness: so many efforts had gone to waste. But we encouraged each other -when it rains everyone gets wet, after the storm comes the calm, every cloud has a silver lining. And we also reflected: it is a call to be better prepared, let us not lower our guard in the care of the dear house, the <i>puquio</i> books call us to read them, Qayaqpuma transmits strength, let's review our stories- and then each title inspired us.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In the middle of the night the family talked, read, messaged each other, and we confidently awaited the arrival of good volunteers to give us a little help. We lost many books, but yes, help did arrive - and the commitment to take care of this great legacy that our great comrade Alfredo Mires humbly left us, was strengthened.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you, sacred water, for making these rebirths possible.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiinBVlWUE-jwEp4tcQRgCYSVAKSpacq2_L-iVlNbEezWD1KYB193ShvVWmtwwilcmLY48V7RYuG6xRAtRuo5bTJI0Mp9kSbndI3EhPNvXRpWsst1-I6koKcBBeNlGipNsa9vvPPH9rt8C_c09bIWq4mP6ujgRjfSh7Zi9zZCxj7Piil85Jyv6ME9FhMsFr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiinBVlWUE-jwEp4tcQRgCYSVAKSpacq2_L-iVlNbEezWD1KYB193ShvVWmtwwilcmLY48V7RYuG6xRAtRuo5bTJI0Mp9kSbndI3EhPNvXRpWsst1-I6koKcBBeNlGipNsa9vvPPH9rt8C_c09bIWq4mP6ujgRjfSh7Zi9zZCxj7Piil85Jyv6ME9FhMsFr=w240-h320" width="240" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhd6ieAk0BeapRpm1bhQZxgyYaKBrM7NcoYx-eNuI9BhGXY2lsz8sPOptYkGrUQYgaK1HpHutMzQbZ-TWMCshmvOc88kmZzyPd3UD6gyU8AaKnYD1L2f9fUreDXtgUYN8u86h4ZGIDO-PQhPeqYPB0Nef_xnedoqrSkDn0-GRXhd-y9zgbj2zj7XLCKNrx8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhd6ieAk0BeapRpm1bhQZxgyYaKBrM7NcoYx-eNuI9BhGXY2lsz8sPOptYkGrUQYgaK1HpHutMzQbZ-TWMCshmvOc88kmZzyPd3UD6gyU8AaKnYD1L2f9fUreDXtgUYN8u86h4ZGIDO-PQhPeqYPB0Nef_xnedoqrSkDn0-GRXhd-y9zgbj2zj7XLCKNrx8=w320-h240" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK4iYayguVP3HwxFSrNRTVIGtawVwwwVxTUkA1Gvv99hMwxcpoSdoV7PFvmV9TUGPvoOo6DWnWmD8SDWJX54tJbO3GyxtLoaDV80EyTmI1G4wEr46l5HkoTyPW-AL5xfhOHIUZaQOtygCDQf-M9jAUSCEcVC6itOmbhJFbsqyaP9YkUmmxDw88pHQTGorK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhK4iYayguVP3HwxFSrNRTVIGtawVwwwVxTUkA1Gvv99hMwxcpoSdoV7PFvmV9TUGPvoOo6DWnWmD8SDWJX54tJbO3GyxtLoaDV80EyTmI1G4wEr46l5HkoTyPW-AL5xfhOHIUZaQOtygCDQf-M9jAUSCEcVC6itOmbhJFbsqyaP9YkUmmxDw88pHQTGorK=w240-h320" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-42671949676059905992024-03-06T12:15:00.000-08:002024-03-06T12:15:37.561-08:00In flowers just like as in fire<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The </span></span><span style="font-family: arial;">hummingbird deity in Amerindian and the winged god in universal mythology.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This is the book in which Alfredo Mires shows his extensive and meticulous research with which he practically pays homage to this fantastic, mythical and real character, the hummingbird.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In the prologue, Don Grimaldo Rengifo says that Alfredo has raised and brought to the present, the company of the legendary Nazca Hummingbird. In this book, Alfredo presents us with testimonies, stories, verses, images and even morphological details, so varied, of this marvellous being. He tells us where to find them and by what names to call them, according to the place where they lives and reign.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In this research, published in 2004 by Bibliotecas Rurales, we can discover what the <i>quindecito</i>, as Alfredo lovingly calls them, means for his own life and for the life of the community. It shows the presence of the winged deity, particularly the hummingbird, in American mythology. The research presents myths and other references in which the hummingbird appears as a sacred principle, as well as the role in contemporary iconography and the result of the direct observations that Alfredo himself made of the hummingbirds, in his daily contemplations. It also rescue traditions: tales, myths, legends, poetry and images, from different authors and artists, and, of course, also his own, because Alfredo always enjoyed drawing quindecitos, elaborating sketches, creating and recreating.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">To learn more and to enchant us with the hummingbird, Alfredo left us a beautiful legacy: <i>Así en las flores como en el fuego</i>.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzk2a0A1wI1awZLo4cZwHugFlAgx1NCjh7zv-pJt_uHkV2TJybdUe0QRi0ROWj-t4msBF32HhonGPNxWRIh59JM_IMcdo9pcgz4vbj_YF9hmBOlTKBikOW_sSS4zqKCEJvgxaCI_UVPauenLelha8uEj8kAZxgSTdfL37NivLNoyYUFR8JRDuZK5ThMUmj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="226" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzk2a0A1wI1awZLo4cZwHugFlAgx1NCjh7zv-pJt_uHkV2TJybdUe0QRi0ROWj-t4msBF32HhonGPNxWRIh59JM_IMcdo9pcgz4vbj_YF9hmBOlTKBikOW_sSS4zqKCEJvgxaCI_UVPauenLelha8uEj8kAZxgSTdfL37NivLNoyYUFR8JRDuZK5ThMUmj" width="170" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-34603843778221830832024-03-06T12:01:00.000-08:002024-03-06T12:01:06.203-08:00Reading unites us<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">On 16th December, as students and teachers of Sacred Heart School in Jaen, we gathered with joy to make the second reading walk a reality. It was great to share moments of reading with first grade students. The chosen site surrounded by greenery nourished our spirits and favoured concentration. We read different numbers of the <i>Cernidas</i> of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarca: <i>Barro bendito, El pueblo del abuelo, Piedra adentro, Prenda querida, Empezó a andar, El pan nuestro</i>, among other interesting Cernidas that are close to our customs inherited from our elders and that make us live, remember and not forget the essence of everything that surrounds our daily life at home, in the countryside, at school, in the neighbourhood and in the community.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhA39zeCmSMcpJ16g6tqGnKzp8PI6enCM0pHG4a84kZHOOnrGlx5yNx5JpeQSiEULlsr4vb4q0cc1mZguD8fmiJaeGPS0Q-UqGDZ_ZJpbzintHSIkjWPexaei2u6-7oGSWF-QHIpsyLNXywIqfxUJGuo4YBAuwFUOW4mt0I9eonInhL0ApS-SjNG92FrusL" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="141" data-original-width="320" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhA39zeCmSMcpJ16g6tqGnKzp8PI6enCM0pHG4a84kZHOOnrGlx5yNx5JpeQSiEULlsr4vb4q0cc1mZguD8fmiJaeGPS0Q-UqGDZ_ZJpbzintHSIkjWPexaei2u6-7oGSWF-QHIpsyLNXywIqfxUJGuo4YBAuwFUOW4mt0I9eonInhL0ApS-SjNG92FrusL=w400-h176" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">Each one of us read and then invited interpretation of what was read, expressing why we read the texts of the Cernidas. With each sharing we commemorated our own experiences, we laughed at the situations that seemed funny to us - such as the one with the chilli bell pepper, of Cernida 12, which highlights the types of chilli bell pepper and one with the name "Pinchoemono" and that it stings too much and can not be eaten, being so small. We got festive with the couplet of Cernida 14 "Dicen que la trinitaria, es una bonita flor, remedio pa las muchachas, que están muriendo de amor" (They say that the <i>trinitaria</i> is a beautiful flower, a remedy for girls, who are dying of love). We also became reflective with the messages that made us think about our own attitudes and what we should learn to be better at - as in Cernida 20, with the title "Hagan cuenta que siempre sigo vivo" (Realise that I'm always alive) where the value of respecting, greeting, working, telling the truth, living together and sharing what we have is emphasized.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Finally, it was also an extraordinary moment to remember Alfredo Mires Ortiz, co-founder of Rural Libraries, who left us the precious legacy of reading, the rural library and other projects that open our minds and teach us to live in fraternity and learn more every day to be a better person and therefore, a better citizen.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you Alfredo, your memory is nestled in our hearts.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2tdi2hdIRhaeICywsYMS_BzWw_QHFnlB9rI4ZbO3nv7QrFDvD6bfXp7SaEXlMiJmeKEdv6vm0ED0z3oFzRYp1ebnIvFdv_srA2G_vC1X2BI_9XUS7KT8pfSoCFvn6rkIhqHuOCsWFzO6k3RdL6FpzLvFPrQ-vnBNPRzxcRZ6eenMLTu0CnGHAllUHx2Vu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="320" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2tdi2hdIRhaeICywsYMS_BzWw_QHFnlB9rI4ZbO3nv7QrFDvD6bfXp7SaEXlMiJmeKEdv6vm0ED0z3oFzRYp1ebnIvFdv_srA2G_vC1X2BI_9XUS7KT8pfSoCFvn6rkIhqHuOCsWFzO6k3RdL6FpzLvFPrQ-vnBNPRzxcRZ6eenMLTu0CnGHAllUHx2Vu=w400-h209" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-36429081020994513492024-02-08T07:05:00.000-08:002024-02-08T07:05:25.392-08:00We are Ñaupa <p><span style="font-family: arial;">The grandfather of grandfathers: that is the ñaupa.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The ñaupa is the oldest ancient. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The ancestor. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The most ancient ancestor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Ñaupa means the one that was, but </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">also means the one that will be. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Of the past and of the future.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The past. The future.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The one that is ahead, like a dream, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the one that is going to be.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Ñaupa</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> is oneself and the others.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">We are Ñaupa</span><span style="font-family: arial;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Alfredo Mires</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpk-hVYuzFBNT9FknmZMSx4g7_vg9AeFHb9mE3Xcj2VYqHQVuT7nhUaAw7Bh_-iQKxX6nVdNMQWBc6gomXjbBUPbc6_EKrHgEySs5wYO3yffJ-BFahiV1P_h54dbvMiJEa6VDfdkGEpcSEEVVU4xmV1Uhe7X0YmN9jr6dxLJPKjYO7YSGwuOmsax6Bcmbp/s320/foto%20blog%20El%20N%CC%83aupa%20somos%20nosotros%20-%20marca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="226" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpk-hVYuzFBNT9FknmZMSx4g7_vg9AeFHb9mE3Xcj2VYqHQVuT7nhUaAw7Bh_-iQKxX6nVdNMQWBc6gomXjbBUPbc6_EKrHgEySs5wYO3yffJ-BFahiV1P_h54dbvMiJEa6VDfdkGEpcSEEVVU4xmV1Uhe7X0YmN9jr6dxLJPKjYO7YSGwuOmsax6Bcmbp/w283-h400/foto%20blog%20El%20N%CC%83aupa%20somos%20nosotros%20-%20marca.jpg" width="283" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-56113033746831251652024-02-07T07:43:00.000-08:002024-02-07T07:43:21.414-08:00 We are still: part one<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">For at least 2000 years, a character has been constantly reproduced in Cajamarcan ceramics. The <i>callanas</i> or pieces scattered in the <i>huacas</i> or sanctuaries in the mountains bear witness to this presence.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The character wears a smile -sometimes with teeth, sometimes without-, has an oval head and has different proportions and shapes: with hair -upward or downward- or without it; with short or long ears or without them; with dot, circle or double circle eyes; with scrolls or tufts or without them.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In the Andean world there is no individual, the isolated person: the word <i>suq</i> that names the one is the same that refers to the other. One is another. Perhaps this explains another characteristic of the character: he usually has a similar one inside himself, as if he were his inner self or his centre. This is ratified in the fact that when he is not with his arms up, he is also intertwined with others.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">But the character is not only in ceramics. In the rock art -the most remote manifestation of the culture- they are also present, which would demonstrate their continuity. In the cliffs of the Apu Yamalán -whose marks could be no less than eight thousand years old- we have found a similar image, of great size, painted in red.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Alfredo Mires</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>in: El Ñaupa</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdCvXcT5qBFwNea7SewrkIEaZXAt3Gb7o9eXQM8hllYG6Rpr6v7s3w92eFT0YYfxmef_mS1kjUKGY-o2LgWDbwl_al99svked1tZ-3amaU9_o9w4zaeq4wsQMwL_fZHpoWX4zpozjxck3_gXq4GufAufnxodNeWfQF2T3nLkEvRDf_YK-PYxP0j-4mXan_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="228" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdCvXcT5qBFwNea7SewrkIEaZXAt3Gb7o9eXQM8hllYG6Rpr6v7s3w92eFT0YYfxmef_mS1kjUKGY-o2LgWDbwl_al99svked1tZ-3amaU9_o9w4zaeq4wsQMwL_fZHpoWX4zpozjxck3_gXq4GufAufnxodNeWfQF2T3nLkEvRDf_YK-PYxP0j-4mXan_=w285-h400" width="285" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Dear readers,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>in the last few months, after the death of Alfredo Mires, we have noticed the improper use of his books, texts, images and recreations. As an association and as a family we hold the copyright of these publications and we are trying to protect them in different ways. Sharing this text -the introduction of "El Ñaupa"- is one of these ways.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Thank you for disseminating, for sharing, for learning and for helping us to protect the intellectual and artistic heritage of Alfredo, as well as of the community members who participated in the production of the books of the Network.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAD4mayFUbgPVxs-TSV-XeEQPMQteQYsrEJf5dSdh8UAoC043CVHBv2MhhVqzKZXcbe_6zJhk6pxeozR-MDiclaoxygh2gxwKOG6e5COlYpKW64zkcoP5tUNCBHKOZja8gNjSaCjMwvGm-31fwG6waEZkb5Mx3gbA0VhP5GBG0oxL7MmZsACZWnCWDuSeC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="228" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAD4mayFUbgPVxs-TSV-XeEQPMQteQYsrEJf5dSdh8UAoC043CVHBv2MhhVqzKZXcbe_6zJhk6pxeozR-MDiclaoxygh2gxwKOG6e5COlYpKW64zkcoP5tUNCBHKOZja8gNjSaCjMwvGm-31fwG6waEZkb5Mx3gbA0VhP5GBG0oxL7MmZsACZWnCWDuSeC=w285-h400" width="285" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-12998062600161789122024-02-07T05:52:00.000-08:002024-02-07T05:52:51.665-08:00Assembly<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">When we hear the word "assembly", the memory of a long, tedious and tiring meeting may come to our mind, like those we often had at our children's school... or have, still.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Fortunately, in the Rural Libraries Network, this concept is totally different, since it is a "government" and decision-making body, with representatives of the communities where the libraries are located.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We begin each Assembly asking for permission and the blessing of our land, of the Apus and of our deceased. We entrust them with the success of our activities and the care of our families who stay at home. We look for different ways to review the history of our Network and the values that a volunteer should show, because from time to time it is necessary to remember our beginnings and our raison d'être. We also read together and evaluate how we are doing in the exercise of reading to understand what we read, to give our opinion and to discern.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We participate in the book exchange party. We enjoy together the moments of meals, we laugh with each occurrence and memory. We pray remembering those who have already gone and left us all this legacy, especially our dear Alfredo, we ask him to continue guiding us along the path he showed us years ago.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We take a moment to review the tasks that have been done and the tasks that are still pending. We look together for the solution to some difficulties that we committed ourselves to solve in the time that we see each other, before we return to our communities.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The days pass quickly and it is time to say goodbye. We all return to our homes and communities, with new books and the task of insisting on reading, "because we are stubborn", as Alfredo used to say.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This is what a General Assembly in the Rural Libraries Network is like.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This year, we are already preparing for what is to come because in April we will have our first Assembly.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEXv3r9S-supaYAZgeZZuc2Kq9JgswOfJeLoYinWf8Vrl9M6qT5Ik97U-un2U_p0HFPey2jGR5YcwTqayMkNZjL_q2-8ElRwh9-eHu2Xi86SGovMsKB2Bc8wlmggiXUHLnATl48I1FIG5Zbu2vOR1-kpuWwfA0xj9JGzwdEFiaTH5ZqS4qAB6PpDRj9H7W" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="211" data-original-width="320" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEXv3r9S-supaYAZgeZZuc2Kq9JgswOfJeLoYinWf8Vrl9M6qT5Ik97U-un2U_p0HFPey2jGR5YcwTqayMkNZjL_q2-8ElRwh9-eHu2Xi86SGovMsKB2Bc8wlmggiXUHLnATl48I1FIG5Zbu2vOR1-kpuWwfA0xj9JGzwdEFiaTH5ZqS4qAB6PpDRj9H7W=w400-h264" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-41258470987675621932023-12-13T09:43:00.000-08:002023-12-13T09:43:08.126-08:00The widow who was happy<p><span style="font-family: arial;">In a house there lived</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">a widow and her little children</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and God only knows how</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the poor little ones suffered.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">One day a little old man arrived</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">all broken and hungry</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">"Maybe I would have for my hunger</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">A little of your food"</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">"I have nothing," she said to him</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">"although there is one chicken left:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I'll prepare it for you now</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">and I will do all I can."</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The old man gratefully</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">told her that when preparing it</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">not to throw away the feathers</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">but to go and bury them.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">After eating, he said</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in a farewell tone</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">"God will help you, my daughter,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">for being so compassionate."</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The next day in large numbers</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the roosters awoke:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the feathers that had been buried</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in birds they were converted.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">In the morning, I tell you</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">lots of roosters sang:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">the feathers that had been buried</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">in birds they were transformed.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">From then on the family</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">no longer went hungry:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I'm sure it was God</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">who walked in those times.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Alfredo Mires</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>"Resuellos"</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Original in Spanish:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 1.1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><a href="https://bibliotecasruralescajamarca.blogspot.com/2023/12/la-viuda-que-fue-feliz.html" style="color: #333333; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">La viuda que fue feliz</span></a></h3><div class="post-header-line-1" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><p></p><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: arial;">En una casa vivían<br />una viuda y sus hijitos<br />y solo Dios sabe cómo<br />sufrían los pobrecitos.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Un día llegó un viejito<br />todo rotoso y hambriento<br />“Tal vez tuviera pa mi hambre<br />Un poco de su alimento”:</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />“Nada tengo –le dijo ella–<br />aunque una gallina queda:<br />ahorita se la preparo<br />y haré todo lo que pueda”.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />El viejito agradecido<br />le dijo que al prepararla<br />no bote las plumitas<br />sino que vaya a enterrarlas.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Después de comer le dijo<br />en tono de despedida<br />“Dios te ha de ayudar, hijita,<br />Por ser tan compadecida”.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Al otro día a montones<br />los gallos amanecieron:<br />las plumas que había enterrao<br />en aves se convirtieron.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Por la mañana, te digo,<br />montón de gallos cantaron:<br />las plumas que había enterrao<br />en aves se transformaron.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Desde entonces la familia<br />más hambre ya no pasaba:<br />seguro que fue Diosito<br />que esos tiempos andaba.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><i>Alfredo Mires<br />“Resuellos”</i></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgp7AwyTb-l9UIT_gyHTgrTHdfjwAH5NLLZj78pORrpRcO28mLJK5xLXMX3-dIsXVtIjqtQWh5memGxrLfK41h3HpcVojb_NH9lAV8MDNbi8uTY2Ri3RVn-vAe-rqdBeOo9_RZQUx9bX-Efj_QKgHDWCnqu_L41OcA_ewedXR4TDJd6xpnD93oRvXd3sfzo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgp7AwyTb-l9UIT_gyHTgrTHdfjwAH5NLLZj78pORrpRcO28mLJK5xLXMX3-dIsXVtIjqtQWh5memGxrLfK41h3HpcVojb_NH9lAV8MDNbi8uTY2Ri3RVn-vAe-rqdBeOo9_RZQUx9bX-Efj_QKgHDWCnqu_L41OcA_ewedXR4TDJd6xpnD93oRvXd3sfzo=w320-h320" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><br /></i></div></div>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-84638188779051791832023-12-13T09:32:00.000-08:002023-12-13T09:32:09.536-08:00Between connections and knowledge<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">One morning, I don't remember if it was sunny or rainy, I was about to attend a visit of which I had been notified the night before. It was a teacher from the School of Librarianship, who was very interested in learning about the children's room and the activities to promote reading. They told me: "tell them the usual speech, don't worry". But that visit was not at all the usual, because I would remember it for a long time.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I received then, not one, but two very enthusiastic women, who, knowing the room, did not mind sitting in the uncomfortable baby library. They introduced themselves with a smile and a joyful expression in their eyes, which filled me with pride and satisfaction for the work I do. So I began the conversation, commenting on the activities that took place, but as I spoke, Rita accompanied each word with excitement, amazement and enthusiasm, her love for library work was evident.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The questions abounded, they wanted to know more about each activity, showing an unusual interest, so the explanations were deeper to solve all the concerns, since we did not have many opportunities to repeat the visit. That's when, in the middle of the exchange of knowledge, they asked me, "Are you willing to explain everything again, to the librarians of the Network?" to which I replied, "Yes, of course I am." </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I was delighted to talk about what I like.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nathalia and Rita, whom from that day on I would call "my friends from Peru", had caught my attention, not only for being kind, nice and smiling, but for that commitment that was noticeable with their work in libraries, that interest in sharing and learning about promoting reading in children; interest that I share with them. So we exchanged phone numbers and I saw them off two hours later; time flies when one talks with friends.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A special connection was created: we were exchanging greetings for some time, but one Sunday afternoon I formally received the request to do the training promised in that visit. I said to myself: "It is time for me to prepare something more structured and complete", because it would be for the rural libraries' managers and they sent me a link so that I could know to whom the presentation was addressed. I confess, I was happy, but afraid that I would not be what they expected. My librarian friends saw my presentation and encouraged me, so I gained confidence and prepared everything for that day, but it was not as I imagined.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The connection, not from the internet, but between me and the audience, at the beginning was timid. For a change, I talked up to my elbows, I laughed because of my nerves and I felt my heart jump out of my mouth after the silence on the other side. But at the beginning of the questioning session, I understood that everything delivered had reached its recipients, that the knowledge had been received with more pleasure than expected. A deep respect was forged in me that night for the work done day by day by those in charge of the libraries in every corner of Cajamarca. Their work is not only to guard a collection of books, but to impart the love for their roots, their customs and that their mission is not only to be librarians; they want to preserve all this, not only in books, but also in the hearts of those who live there, so that they can be replicators in the world of the culture of their region.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Now in my heart there is a space reserved for the Rural Libraries Network of Cajamarca, Peru, who earned my love and admiration with their interest in learning about the promotion of reading, to apply it in their community and make future generations feel proud of what they are and what they do in rural communities.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I can only say THANK YOU for making me part of your work, and I hope we can share more knowledge in the future.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Your friend from Medellín,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Leidy Yohana Vélez Santa. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Professional in Information Sciences, Documentation, Librarianship and Archival Science.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDeki2juiMexClVoHlDtOD2bop91PzV6v70rNEx4qtPq7PRC9RSFwcgoQSZMqhf7UI04RN8cfzdFMov93SflTzXnrwsTayvYxnnPmzuWE32Eu2sWhqii_l-Jl4tbFkI3ZQA878mOZRzGSoSvo9Ge3wvcgYVFJjWRKGJL-HGkcqf7IxwADz3lCIPCn85xB8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="241" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDeki2juiMexClVoHlDtOD2bop91PzV6v70rNEx4qtPq7PRC9RSFwcgoQSZMqhf7UI04RN8cfzdFMov93SflTzXnrwsTayvYxnnPmzuWE32Eu2sWhqii_l-Jl4tbFkI3ZQA878mOZRzGSoSvo9Ge3wvcgYVFJjWRKGJL-HGkcqf7IxwADz3lCIPCn85xB8=w241-h320" width="241" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjT21IULeHOBYdIPCjwgzZqyXvW-TFBnJyRUMbt9X7QesPBD2mF0pOgMKY9mwQNPbcJfzSh7hz7bTJoGtNY1L47HkWbsguboGSLZDjGJkY_GVi5j5SmYkRD5hDmseLwB32fy7qcfyybtXQ9ymB9h3KpeBrJ8LW4Q8TLbe-3JvSU_h4TQotcibeU8brZdE4P" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="320" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjT21IULeHOBYdIPCjwgzZqyXvW-TFBnJyRUMbt9X7QesPBD2mF0pOgMKY9mwQNPbcJfzSh7hz7bTJoGtNY1L47HkWbsguboGSLZDjGJkY_GVi5j5SmYkRD5hDmseLwB32fy7qcfyybtXQ9ymB9h3KpeBrJ8LW4Q8TLbe-3JvSU_h4TQotcibeU8brZdE4P=w320-h241" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-37011955192968551022023-12-12T11:28:00.000-08:002023-12-12T11:28:48.247-08:00Reading in Shaullo<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Every two years we receive the visit of the members of the Board of Directors of Heart Links Canada - caring people, but first and foremost friends interested in the ways and walks of the Network.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This year four friends from Heart Links had come. With them we went on 12th November to the Rural Library in Shaullo Chico, at the foot of the <i>apu</i> Qayaqpuma. There the friends of the APU Cultural Association had gathered early in the morning to teach the children of the community how to prepare the traditional buns, dolls and decorations made with bread dough, typical in Cajamarca in the month of November.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In the afternoon we gathered at the local library. Rumi Mires delighted us with a story by the Brothers Grimm, one of those half-long and complicated ones, The Frog King or Iron Henry.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The children surprised us with their extraordinary capacity to understand this complicated text, with their good memory and their ability to retell the same story in their own words. Then we set about making our little jumping toads in origami; some of them managed to jump with great agility into the pit of stones and a cloth that we had "built" on the floor of the library.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">To end this beautiful afternoon, the children shared with us their buns in a "joijona".</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thanks to all who made this beautiful activity possible.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFY6lBB6HOl1KBJlHzwPETIv8iVrsItFoPXN46aF-UFOd2_aU5LGYCqKik7yhVdwR-EneA1Ru2QAluaGqr7-eIFwSk6YWtoR2KJN3W5E6vXE61cGrLQJ6f1SAnXuOZK36w-xNA3PUYm6OuLB28T3EXmFhV-6UIRyPgVDGRbsyV7iEVrCWFa335MI7VDkOX" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFY6lBB6HOl1KBJlHzwPETIv8iVrsItFoPXN46aF-UFOd2_aU5LGYCqKik7yhVdwR-EneA1Ru2QAluaGqr7-eIFwSk6YWtoR2KJN3W5E6vXE61cGrLQJ6f1SAnXuOZK36w-xNA3PUYm6OuLB28T3EXmFhV-6UIRyPgVDGRbsyV7iEVrCWFa335MI7VDkOX=w320-h240" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNA5egrGG2HCyE-SCrPfh30Epo38bNwrbTr0GydDVeY_R0NCyTYhhMzbQDHK14rxKVGoX2wD6wL3wCS77Ftc28wc-RdIH-6ubkNMyQnGVHjb4p68b0UKiE5cCrv-zWfQrur-Tkc2vaw2NOhbvuXqyaVYBpEIfXF6VFX_U9Lq4t3JcGYzBJnOm5AkXWKFd6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNA5egrGG2HCyE-SCrPfh30Epo38bNwrbTr0GydDVeY_R0NCyTYhhMzbQDHK14rxKVGoX2wD6wL3wCS77Ftc28wc-RdIH-6ubkNMyQnGVHjb4p68b0UKiE5cCrv-zWfQrur-Tkc2vaw2NOhbvuXqyaVYBpEIfXF6VFX_U9Lq4t3JcGYzBJnOm5AkXWKFd6=w240-h320" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-71639929141752751912023-12-12T11:18:00.000-08:002023-12-12T11:18:10.557-08:00Reading in Contumazá<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Contumazá: the land of intellectuals and good wheat.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">One can read this upon entering this district capital, so beautiful, so quiet, so traditional. Here, people still greet, treat the stranger with kindness, and the houses, for the most part, have the charm of yesteryear. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We went to Contumazá on 16th November, the day of the Here We Are, to commemorate the capture of the Inca Atahualpa in what is now the Plaza de Armas of Cajamarca...and all that came after. We went to participate in a reading meeting organized by our brother and coordinator Ramiro Yglesias. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">When we arrived at the meeting place, we found many students with their teachers, each one with a book of ours in hand, taken from the different Rural Libraries in Educational Institutions (BRIE) that we have in the area. After a brief introduction we were offered a moment to talk about Rural Libraries and then the event began. All morning the students delighted us with stories, parts of essays, texts from different books of ours, poems, their own creations and also some songs about books and reading. It was a real party.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">After a delicious lunch we sat down again to evaluate this reading meeting. The students' request was very clear: we want more events like this. So we left with the promise to continue organizing other reading encounters in the coming years. A very beautiful commitment.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you, Contumazá.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWZh_1CCo7qh6h4WB6VsR8hch6YZTwOLTCOa-1GTq-rz2EIH2pE-xCiG2rUNicI15d_vqwKwg6jC31YLmhOTTALfJotmADs_juXPmLuRCJ4rjCRB_Fo03NEti6_7wOv15jygW_fj6jQUMeXSBVRvuWSKylaEKayLOXypq-N4RRSxLPTuBH21wpevB9M5Bw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWZh_1CCo7qh6h4WB6VsR8hch6YZTwOLTCOa-1GTq-rz2EIH2pE-xCiG2rUNicI15d_vqwKwg6jC31YLmhOTTALfJotmADs_juXPmLuRCJ4rjCRB_Fo03NEti6_7wOv15jygW_fj6jQUMeXSBVRvuWSKylaEKayLOXypq-N4RRSxLPTuBH21wpevB9M5Bw=w320-h240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgK9wY1Jwb4dO7tTRg-dzx_edqYpPUWfeuMX-CPaMzIRz6dE3qM6mbhlXjvLeA9TOtZyiu1Ha65mgoJfv0hRL7UDynGptBm18HGw4XcPFYqyTYTr-uGfldznMDgtseLN6gSY0yrtjhacQX5gs74LLoFiysjJ6LffVhm1388nbfYBAgpObFtQAbeBUbDLU95" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgK9wY1Jwb4dO7tTRg-dzx_edqYpPUWfeuMX-CPaMzIRz6dE3qM6mbhlXjvLeA9TOtZyiu1Ha65mgoJfv0hRL7UDynGptBm18HGw4XcPFYqyTYTr-uGfldznMDgtseLN6gSY0yrtjhacQX5gs74LLoFiysjJ6LffVhm1388nbfYBAgpObFtQAbeBUbDLU95=w240-h320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-15144203134624776242023-12-11T07:29:00.000-08:002023-12-11T07:29:03.500-08:00Fragments of Alfredo that I knew<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It is inevitable to think of Alfredo, now that it has been a year since he began a new journey through unknown worlds. When I evoke him I always think of a walker, a mountain and a smile, I sincerely believe that there is no other way to remember him.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Many times we shared a good coffee, we talked about life, about books, but above all we talked about the permanence of the farm and the farmer. Through his voice I could rediscover the forgotten roots, that "Ayllu" of which he spoke to me; that everything speaks, and that everything lives.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">With Alfredo we planned some trips and incursions to the mountain to pay our respects. We could only climb the majestic "Qayaqpuma" but for me it meant an eternal teaching that is, apart from all the forms of Alfredo I knew, that essentially he was a master of the heart and from the heart. I always remember that time he told me that 'Everything will be fine', and in truth it was so. This is the best lesson of life that he left me, with all its meaning and significance.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Finally I share in these lines, something truly magical I have felt since Alfredo began this new journey, I have had some encounters or as Alfredo used to say some "Tinku". First meeting his warm family, then his dear friends, magical libraries, faithful librarians and imposing places. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Such is the destiny or perhaps the dreaming of Ñaupa that, in each encounter, according to my feelings, some fragment of my dear Alfredo is eternalized. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Mauricio Perez</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivcRYhsSMjWv_1IkVww1dyccBQiCUtt5bZC6TgllAoHrrLzRdnsW7YWLpXRr3fvT03yZ2BdKjQwFmHnH8JNLtaW8-jRXiGa_Po_vawSliwQX_IbgZY3Bipbnzmr4aJEEcJTzC7sVj5EqMHziJumEF8gn9EIty8yRqjxMBU-dOOAv_fGp8LHTgtHHpoh9n1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="320" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivcRYhsSMjWv_1IkVww1dyccBQiCUtt5bZC6TgllAoHrrLzRdnsW7YWLpXRr3fvT03yZ2BdKjQwFmHnH8JNLtaW8-jRXiGa_Po_vawSliwQX_IbgZY3Bipbnzmr4aJEEcJTzC7sVj5EqMHziJumEF8gn9EIty8yRqjxMBU-dOOAv_fGp8LHTgtHHpoh9n1" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-27552178477056758382023-12-10T11:01:00.000-08:002023-12-10T11:01:16.707-08:00Book Donations<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In reference to the space where the coordinators exchange the books that are then taken to the libraries in the communities, our brother Alfredo said: "the Exchange Center is the heart of the Rural Libraries Network of </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Cajamarca</span><span style="font-family: arial;">". And there is no truer truth. Books are the veins that carry the ancestral knowledge of the oral tradition of </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Cajamarca</span><span style="font-family: arial;">, compiled through time. This knowledge is what the Network publishes in volumes, fascicles and series to nourish and feed our minds and our culture on a daily basis.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The book is one more member of the family, just like people, animals, plants and everything that lives in our homes.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Network of Rural Libraries of Cajamarca has published, up to now, more than 180 titles that supply the libraries in the different communities in whatever modality of operation: as Rural Library in Educational Institution (BRIE), Family Library (Libraries in Fa) or the ancestral Rural Libraries in </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Community</span><span style="font-family: arial;">. All of them are supplied with our publications.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sometimes we include some other titles that we are able to obtain thanks to the support of people close to the Network who continuously donate bibliographic material that they have at home or that they publish themselves and share with us.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">That is why in this opportunity we want to thank the people who help us with different book donations. These books accompany ours, and are always received with love and taken to our libraries in the ruralv communities with great joy.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thanks to all the donors for such an important and valuable contribution to our work.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Rosa Rumay</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>BBRR Exchange Center</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXlz1Y2H8FCSXUgjc02YFHU9pcDnfS_fg7MUdkAbh-j8zXQ-7WbcN-nTFDqa13VOT_oixDwfWviddswudkvwzfcIlyVQLlUIu5gsPVYbXhYEVCV9sWmqEuuRfGkKIZlpGd5OXcS9r8vikQtG_ZzTWsXneErvXuFn4ua6tde-80pqyZC5q9G7U6Tn8eOmui" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="320" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXlz1Y2H8FCSXUgjc02YFHU9pcDnfS_fg7MUdkAbh-j8zXQ-7WbcN-nTFDqa13VOT_oixDwfWviddswudkvwzfcIlyVQLlUIu5gsPVYbXhYEVCV9sWmqEuuRfGkKIZlpGd5OXcS9r8vikQtG_ZzTWsXneErvXuFn4ua6tde-80pqyZC5q9G7U6Tn8eOmui" width="320" /></a></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdzhvseJd97RhxaPSzsCzdOEu7hzQTaRzrEL_1IrSyJ6MmG-2PVrhEf-fBurFrMdZnoIscEbHBRUp_cpmcbCDjNWFljHBuo5vc3pqHTDJ8c37QhjSjLUJpvXVN-mMuA2ZUcfNtRV16WEuEGfponIFmNypYwwcknhlCOncGhDmEWyvi7g8NwJtvPheNoXC7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="320" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdzhvseJd97RhxaPSzsCzdOEu7hzQTaRzrEL_1IrSyJ6MmG-2PVrhEf-fBurFrMdZnoIscEbHBRUp_cpmcbCDjNWFljHBuo5vc3pqHTDJ8c37QhjSjLUJpvXVN-mMuA2ZUcfNtRV16WEuEGfponIFmNypYwwcknhlCOncGhDmEWyvi7g8NwJtvPheNoXC7=w320-h180" width="320" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /><br /></i></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-13019348295916810822023-12-10T10:52:00.000-08:002023-12-10T10:52:37.011-08:00Rural Libraries in the territory<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">During the second week of October, <i>mingas</i> were held to prepare the different spaces and to receive everyone in the assembly.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Within the framework of these activities, I was given the task of giving new colour to the map that shows the position of the libraries in the territory. Its large dimensions and height made this an activity that required courage and little vertigo. As the work progressed, which I continued with the firm idea of learning to make this my meditation, I could not help dreaming with every pin that referred to the location of a library. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">I imagined the surrounding landscape, the rivers, the mountains, the animals, the plants, the harvest, the <i>ayllu</i> (family).</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I would also think of the journeys, the trips from each point to the assembly, bringing with them the joy, the knowledge and the spirit of each part of the territory.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">When the work was finished and I could see the magnitude of what Rural Libraries encompasses, I felt the joy of the existence of this great ayllu, a space of love for one's own.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nathalie Estrada</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0igvIm131V7hj_lWivFO5O7l227BkKqqinnFzd6rzvL0Lgodz5b0hJrwR_ZRVQO2UqH3YgAyXYYhZ3GKwMckiODH8WoEp9F0YsyT4ZBfGwcKbmYsCoEIRuVso_gBov4xK6xB6UiDQrt5grN7cd81A_eHSXXR7c_yvj1Md6mco-_K_1HLPyDKcezBioRGA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0igvIm131V7hj_lWivFO5O7l227BkKqqinnFzd6rzvL0Lgodz5b0hJrwR_ZRVQO2UqH3YgAyXYYhZ3GKwMckiODH8WoEp9F0YsyT4ZBfGwcKbmYsCoEIRuVso_gBov4xK6xB6UiDQrt5grN7cd81A_eHSXXR7c_yvj1Md6mco-_K_1HLPyDKcezBioRGA" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-42893952728950038902023-12-10T10:41:00.000-08:002023-12-10T10:41:38.526-08:00Letter to Naty<p><span style="font-family: arial;">Dear Naty,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">You come to my memory with your delicate and magical hands, painting that map of our region, where you captured, with lively and cheerful colours, the places where our libraries have been setting up. It is very nice to know how to draw with so much detail the shapes, edges and ups and downs of our land. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">You place with such vehemence a Rural Library that I have even allowed myself to see the family that will sow more knowledge in their community. I think of the children running in the fields, the butterflies flying day by day, the sun warming everyone without distinction and the books around the fire, wrapped in the warmth of home that only a few know how to give.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">You paint the colours with such precision that they invite my imagination to enjoy the sacred mountains, valleys and rivers of our beautiful sierra. I rejoice to think of the roads and the wanderings of men and women, saddlebag on shoulder, carrying books to their sister communities to exchange, converse, greet each other, miss each other, as Alfredo used to say.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you for being by our side, for allowing us to get to know you a little more through your art, creativity and commitment. It is nice to know that we are accompanied by special people like you.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A big, fraternal and grateful hug.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Karin Rojas</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Cajamarca, November 2023</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLXzTsobvEqGcN9uF_8ujOz9eVP7lWZHUoZGphS6AD4aDNCDYToK0A3fPg2bIDVbbTTO9g0rFx4p4raIEMeoGu6NU7z99WNgGhqoxUolhlj-h9mZnOGNZzkagpMQVz3G28D0O3nB-fDkzbQC8kODggAOOFfKETo_o0IoLyAWAyiRTN_NQ50TE5m-6MidKe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="225" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLXzTsobvEqGcN9uF_8ujOz9eVP7lWZHUoZGphS6AD4aDNCDYToK0A3fPg2bIDVbbTTO9g0rFx4p4raIEMeoGu6NU7z99WNgGhqoxUolhlj-h9mZnOGNZzkagpMQVz3G28D0O3nB-fDkzbQC8kODggAOOFfKETo_o0IoLyAWAyiRTN_NQ50TE5m-6MidKe=w180-h320" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-1838524287032953302023-11-04T01:37:00.004-07:002023-11-04T01:37:40.340-07:00Three books<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The tribute paid to Alfredo Mires a year after his departure last October 16th, in the auditorium of the Rural Libraries, was emotional, well attended and reflective. Verses, photos, videos, books and flowers provided the atmosphere to accompany the attendees with the simplicity and regional touch of always. Three posthumous books brought us back to Alfredo, artist, communicator and poet, books that were presented by three recognized collaborators of our Network.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The plastic artist Daniel Cotrina Rowe introduced us to the recreational world of Las mandalas del Ñaupa, an album to colour and complete. Of Indian origin, mandalas are representations of the geometric order of the universe and, in this book by Alfredo, they are adapted to the local iconographies of the wise and old Ñaupa to, in addition, contribute to disseminate the images with which we identify ourselves and to reflect on the value of the cosmic knowledge of our ancestors.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Alfredo's companion for more than three decades, Rita Mocker, was in charge of presenting the booklet Dear Eduardo, Dear Alfredo, a series of moving letters between the famous Uruguayan writer Eduardo Galeano and Alfredo Mires. Letters marked by respect, solidarity and social commitment in his last years of life. Letters that gain validity by sharing the hope for a better future for Latin America - because Eduardo and Alfredo were not united by illness but by the effort against adversity and by using knowledge as a key to be freer and better citizens.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The collection of their poems in eight sections under the title <i>Cómo acostarse indeciso i despertar a arriesgarse</i> (How to go to bed undecided and awaken to risk) attests to the lyrical vein that accompanied Alfredo since his adolescence, as well as his permanent interest in creating with words. In the presentation, I, Daniel Saenz More, literary researcher and personal friend of the author, gives an account of the series of binomials love-unlove, life-death, absences-presences, among others, which are dressed with autobiographical airs to denounce, question and excite. In them transpires the conscience of a new humanity, of opening the eyes to a new awakening of solidarity in which liberation through love and the struggle for social justice are possible.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Three books and three ways to remember and read ñaupa Alfredo forever.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Daniel Saenz More</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGEcNLerAFnWgrQGxF98hD3ZafpmB7fX3wfHD1Z6YXBbKYvsbvPyN6-3Ce3vNcoh5lkHtiK-8cU4AoboUDFQoMhFbFIW-z4VP1PAL7vNt1E6IRXcTGZC8V34fy2uQ94xxr6V7C_JCXoeD9IqLsR9tUUAeGJ57qmIRFHKyiuasavwTER9MN6sUD6EF4Uq2/s320/8%20texto%20blog%20Tres%20libros%2010.2023%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="320" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGEcNLerAFnWgrQGxF98hD3ZafpmB7fX3wfHD1Z6YXBbKYvsbvPyN6-3Ce3vNcoh5lkHtiK-8cU4AoboUDFQoMhFbFIW-z4VP1PAL7vNt1E6IRXcTGZC8V34fy2uQ94xxr6V7C_JCXoeD9IqLsR9tUUAeGJ57qmIRFHKyiuasavwTER9MN6sUD6EF4Uq2/s1600/8%20texto%20blog%20Tres%20libros%2010.2023%202.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDC8dl1Xgm-rgQ2wmElaOqEz0nT9hQC2IdKV3w47Bwri9mLk4V6FflW9E-DkmXJHMyq3MH5SgXNdzTLZ-0kKtMw2RWBIskPI_4jZK81E4151kb7RtRKiXGz_J0LsxdGAUyCWu6eISKyZlpV9VNu52BeJVZYdEylEg2uNV3KvrXXwEihqt_p5LWNMFRpej/s320/8%20texto%20blog%20Tres%20libros%2010.2023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="320" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDC8dl1Xgm-rgQ2wmElaOqEz0nT9hQC2IdKV3w47Bwri9mLk4V6FflW9E-DkmXJHMyq3MH5SgXNdzTLZ-0kKtMw2RWBIskPI_4jZK81E4151kb7RtRKiXGz_J0LsxdGAUyCWu6eISKyZlpV9VNu52BeJVZYdEylEg2uNV3KvrXXwEihqt_p5LWNMFRpej/w320-h213/8%20texto%20blog%20Tres%20libros%2010.2023.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-68824228803666791192023-11-04T01:27:00.002-07:002023-11-04T01:27:37.599-07:00Pascual, the memory of silence<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Last October 16th, Rita, Nathalia and I left Cajamarca on our way to the town of Chuco, in the province of San Marcos.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">On dirt roads we entered these colourful landscapes full of life. After taking several shortcuts and asking several locals, we finally arrived at the house of one of the oldest librarians of the Network, Mr. Pascual Sanchez Montoya. The first impression he gave us was a loving and calm countenance, his kind look; he also received us with a big hug, he was very happy to see us. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He told us how the 70's were socially and politically turbulent times, especially for those living in the countryside. In 1969 the agrarian reform was decreed, which modified the relations between the countryside and the city. The <i>rondas</i> were also created in Bambamarca and Father Juan Metcalf was forming the first rural libraries. The social projection of Liberation Theology sought that the Catholic Church, at least in that faction, integrate more actively in the social life of peasants, and so the Rural Libraries project grew. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In this context, Don Pascual, still a young catechist, became a librarian in the San Marcos area and it was also in those times that a great professional and respectful friendship was formed with Alfredo Mires, from whom he learned several foundational lessons for libraries or for life, he tells us: "we must not discriminate against anyone, neither for political or religious ideas" that everyone is welcome wherever there is a book to share. He also tells us: "I learned not to be a fanatic of anything, but just to be; you have to be passionate about social issues. There is no truce, no corruption or dealing with hypocrites" and that despite that "there is always love for everyone" that everyone has the right to straighten their paths.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He also tells us with great emotion about the love he always had for books. She says that in her childhood it was very difficult to have access to a book, that paper was very scarce and expensive and that her love for reading meant that, instead of buying clothes or candy with her allowance, she would take the opportunity to buy something to read. And he says, with a twinkle in his eye, that even the Bristol almanacs were a precious treasure.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Don Pascual has lost his hearing and part of his sight, he feels the difficulty of adapting to these limitations and that ultimately it has not been nor is it easy; he weaves memories of his life and readings as one, and although it hurts and saddens him many departures and detachment, he rejoices in reading, sees the world through it and embraces the hope and blessings to come.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Jorge Camacho</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtfskyawMaHbncLJWY7KJIrYpjUfvf4ux6T60o4dQo7KgswHyqwk0QmDF2W14AqFgw-BZWNjmwGExF1ExUK52P8fe0wmO_0PAzhqwAdT7M016pzAeMXLVt9l42VpGWNB-G9vAmaklsUp2JqWSzo4xbCLo-AZfdoDF6bX4RMotvWxTyktbHX35xC8rIQm8/s320/bloq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="241" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtfskyawMaHbncLJWY7KJIrYpjUfvf4ux6T60o4dQo7KgswHyqwk0QmDF2W14AqFgw-BZWNjmwGExF1ExUK52P8fe0wmO_0PAzhqwAdT7M016pzAeMXLVt9l42VpGWNB-G9vAmaklsUp2JqWSzo4xbCLo-AZfdoDF6bX4RMotvWxTyktbHX35xC8rIQm8/w301-h400/bloq.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-28239874797583121992023-11-04T01:05:00.002-07:002023-11-04T01:05:14.844-07:00From Medellín to Cajabamba<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In mid-October I went with Nathalia Quintero, from Colombia, to Cajabamba to give a workshop on reading in coordination with the Local Education Management Unit (UGEL) for teachers in the region.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">These alliances are very nice and when we join forces, things always work out much better. And that was also the case this time. Our friends from Cajabamba had helped us a lot, both with the invites, the organization, the logistics and even with the decoration of the workshop environment.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">They had chosen and drawn images of our Ñaupas and placed them on the walls.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Among them was a poster of the UGEL Cajabamba with the image of a Ñaupa painted by our Colombian friend Mateo Oquendo, which you can see in our blog in July (The Ñaupa in Colombia).</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">With Nathalia, we felt beautifully accompanied and we gave our workshop with lots of encouragement, under the smile of Mateo and this Ñaupita.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Art and affection are great bridges in this wide and strange world.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Rita Mocker</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9kuk9ks5XYhS3ykJnxMe-8lMWJfQegjZ83QAzeLQ_lZ4uMfezIRJjcBtAKo7pAeF_FTWSZcBY-dv924CmxGWHkWQlMdr2qAaPWCNWanXuCcvHGiKYlBGWvUHxyi7W-88HidI0UcspqrTMZR_l8z4AjIiRV_YNecK1mmZaXD5PuJl9je71FXKb03qxE0c_" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="241" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9kuk9ks5XYhS3ykJnxMe-8lMWJfQegjZ83QAzeLQ_lZ4uMfezIRJjcBtAKo7pAeF_FTWSZcBY-dv924CmxGWHkWQlMdr2qAaPWCNWanXuCcvHGiKYlBGWvUHxyi7W-88HidI0UcspqrTMZR_l8z4AjIiRV_YNecK1mmZaXD5PuJl9je71FXKb03qxE0c_=w241-h320" width="241" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-68671648877002823732023-11-04T00:51:00.000-07:002023-11-04T00:51:24.208-07:00Visits to the BRIE in Cajabamba<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In October 2023, our sisters Rita Mocker, executive advisor of the Network, and Nathalia Quintero, Colombian volunteer, visited the Rural Libraries in Educational Institutions in the Cajabamba area. With the teachers and directors of Quinuacruz, Tangalbamba, Pingo, La Alameda and Malcas, they reviewed the existing books in the rural library and explained the themes of the latest publications. They also collected the records of readers and recalled the possible actions to increase reading in its various forms: reading for others or aloud, reading circles or collective reading, family reading, reading of rock art. These meetings were full of affection, solidarity and joy, accompanied by mountain food, songs, poems and drawings by the students. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Special thanks to the family of teachers and principals of the Cajabamba schools that host and animate our rural libraries in their institutions.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCSo9WysL0OsWEUCsokBG5JYP1yWMrBU-Fjp74VhgVAMlrhUW6IkwEkLPPzfB6Yjmbjp_SpdiAlgyWjld2KC5jv2ak9D_F4dESJZS75SUAIyg-8wxF_scG8cdOMyw-2v__xrNONAPAid1QN4HFUqc7vfdGh1Gjg2B29RDTv_CFSuVQLSN0o50THXyIkvVP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="241" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCSo9WysL0OsWEUCsokBG5JYP1yWMrBU-Fjp74VhgVAMlrhUW6IkwEkLPPzfB6Yjmbjp_SpdiAlgyWjld2KC5jv2ak9D_F4dESJZS75SUAIyg-8wxF_scG8cdOMyw-2v__xrNONAPAid1QN4HFUqc7vfdGh1Gjg2B29RDTv_CFSuVQLSN0o50THXyIkvVP" width="319" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-73740428589370186192023-11-03T22:41:00.002-07:002023-11-03T22:43:44.289-07:00BRIE workshop in Cajabamba<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Leaving our routine and busy days to attend the workshop developed by Rita and Nathalia, to let the passion for reading be reborn within us, to realize again that we continue to <i>be</i>; is a good way to show appreciation and gratitude to those who have always been with us... in the Network of Rural Libraries of Cajamarca.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Cajamarca teachers attended the Workshop of Rural Libraries in Educational Institutions (BRIE) in which themes, strategies and dynamics were developed that help us analyze our socio-cultural, political and economic reality among many other aspects, becoming the starting point to encourage and enthuse our children with the exciting world of reading.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Having the support of UGEL Cajabamba was a great satisfaction since it facilitates the work of the speakers, the organizers and above all the participants. Precisely for this reason we would like to thank each and every one of us who had the good fortune to participate.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you Rita and Nathalia for your exceptional work ethic, motivation and example. We will always be here to give you a hug with many arms. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Miguel Rodriguez Roncal</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj45aPMuaXEPcggmmwMHyM-KL54F75G9RCH6FrwC8QxvSO3_6DQukNrKYehaUgXKCwEvhs4CernLgBXxNdR-y_i-WTv38C50fSCoy2CifnoBu_ha7S4c1c21BbxEcBMCyiXaIH-X6MO6zv3EGJHKyNuVzG3JIOptJQ1wEAZt3NFQsP1QrSrrXRz7VcKS1hn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj45aPMuaXEPcggmmwMHyM-KL54F75G9RCH6FrwC8QxvSO3_6DQukNrKYehaUgXKCwEvhs4CernLgBXxNdR-y_i-WTv38C50fSCoy2CifnoBu_ha7S4c1c21BbxEcBMCyiXaIH-X6MO6zv3EGJHKyNuVzG3JIOptJQ1wEAZt3NFQsP1QrSrrXRz7VcKS1hn=w320-h240" width="320" /></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhURqHGO5U32A1mXkXoUwHcaTVr0wX8GYIIr4tJW5wJGKQNafAe1zF226WxSNjON37h-lpenprPYpRsKV-2oWfFl8OigeQV3ddgMHOTYpUVTTG8VY9YytKneGkzPVyxuWzlQ2iKsb4wzeO0gvstktWdqAocOJ2nFgYbXN7EDXe5bq_-DourEXW-kYx2Sn2i" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhURqHGO5U32A1mXkXoUwHcaTVr0wX8GYIIr4tJW5wJGKQNafAe1zF226WxSNjON37h-lpenprPYpRsKV-2oWfFl8OigeQV3ddgMHOTYpUVTTG8VY9YytKneGkzPVyxuWzlQ2iKsb4wzeO0gvstktWdqAocOJ2nFgYbXN7EDXe5bq_-DourEXW-kYx2Sn2i" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-36016579705168723132023-11-03T19:17:00.000-07:002023-11-03T19:17:32.281-07:00The dreaming of Ñaupa: a play for dreaming<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">October 16 was a special day: the students of the IE "Sagrado Corazón" attended the Auditorium of the National University of Cajamarca, Jaén branch, to pay tribute to Alfredo Mires Ortiz, a wise and humane person, optimistic and a fighter, that they would have loved to meet and listen to.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Alfredo is the author of the book <i>La ensoñación del Ñaupa</i> (The Dream of the </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Ñaupa</span><i style="font-family: arial;">),</i><span style="font-family: arial;"> which the students had read and worked on in class. They expressed with affection and enthusiasm what they knew and had learned from Alfredo through the reading of his book, where the author transmits to us his deep desires of fraternity, union, kindness and equality. Everyone came to the conclusion that in the book Alfredo exposes his dreams of a better world, a vision that he himself was helping to build with each seed sown in the communities and educational institutions where the books of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarca have reached.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Several students participated in the event held within the framework of the Jaén Book Fair. With aplomb and a lot of emotion they presented the biographical data of Alfredo Mires, supported by their attractive timelines. Therefore, today we know that Alfredo studied in difficult times, during the war between Peru and Ecuador between 1990 and 1999, at the Salesian University of Quito and that he was the eighth person to graduate as an "expert".</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The great thing about this tribute was the reading of the verses that the students created from the dreams that Alfredo allowed to flow. Here, some of them for your delight and long live Alfredo, in each verse, in each dream and in each feeling expressed.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you Professor Asunciona, thank you Professor Polinéstor for the great work done.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Those who dream</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Share their dreams</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">With those who do not dream</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So that they can dream together.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Juan Carlos and Dany; 1st "C".</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">No one will ask for forgiveness</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Because no one will be offended.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Anika and Diego; 1st "C".</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The word war will have no </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">meaning in the dictionary</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">because only peace will exist.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Henry and Danna; 1st "B".</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">All dreams must be deep</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">so that later the world will not end for you.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">your dream must have true feeling.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Jhon Eduardo Perez Jara</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjgTRQr5Qb8uz6_qDWTm_5sgR7UiRiywx5wECqlcN_RQDuNvL_34skV28bIzCPH2GQTA1_ZbNZ0V74aqwjY0u0Xk2tgymklFxY2zuy5B0CxjldcFLm3hj0ooO4p_Mti3Rp6FUw9Y8ALvL5vajmNIWAuVPu-fQXNYfOrngmoJjq2QYiQ5MWfj10_yqHmHPT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="400" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjgTRQr5Qb8uz6_qDWTm_5sgR7UiRiywx5wECqlcN_RQDuNvL_34skV28bIzCPH2GQTA1_ZbNZ0V74aqwjY0u0Xk2tgymklFxY2zuy5B0CxjldcFLm3hj0ooO4p_Mti3Rp6FUw9Y8ALvL5vajmNIWAuVPu-fQXNYfOrngmoJjq2QYiQ5MWfj10_yqHmHPT=w400-h225" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3171949175287597215.post-44711022295425333842023-11-03T19:00:00.000-07:002023-11-03T19:00:43.257-07:00New BRIE in La Rioja<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">At the beginning of October, Igor Irigoín, director of the Educational Institution "Manuel Pardo" - Pampa de la Rioja, in Sócota, Cutervo, inaugurated a Rural Library. Igor shares this text with us:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">After a few weeks of planning and work, we achieved the organisation of the books that will be at the service of students, parents and teachers. Today our library was put at the service of our students in a permanent way in the courtyard of our school. We reiterate our gratitude to the Network of Rural Libraries of Cajamarca for accompanying this process of promoting reading, before in the communities and now in the Educational Institutions of the communities. Today the students can take the books to their homes to be able to read together with their families, scrutinize the wisdom they contain and take advantage of the experiences of our grandparents and wise members of the community contained in their pages. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"Reading makes us stronger".</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"He is not illiterate who does not know how to read, but it is he who, knowing how to read, does not read."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thanks to the entire educational community for this nice welcome of our books. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhh27uIzhFiVvaW1jgZtFXePQ_Z41-amnbetSm_qfU858V516EDMBkOOXUCqcxn3PfEniKeOJGZMvUkOD9dA_NbGY93gosR1UJJ3r25idlTyCFCYqcsXF0qByX9eKGafZuS0zJiUKjKKiPOqU6TIMCtd_vRclnKIVZYJnAsqkPCstFWCWiFw8kYBT2nt5iM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="140" data-original-width="320" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhh27uIzhFiVvaW1jgZtFXePQ_Z41-amnbetSm_qfU858V516EDMBkOOXUCqcxn3PfEniKeOJGZMvUkOD9dA_NbGY93gosR1UJJ3r25idlTyCFCYqcsXF0qByX9eKGafZuS0zJiUKjKKiPOqU6TIMCtd_vRclnKIVZYJnAsqkPCstFWCWiFw8kYBT2nt5iM" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEih5iFx_yd0luFVCKCYl9rsWcUK9XXkSm5rb1dHCy5oU4cSXWtmPTBHhPPooGt_YiA0YcWqApJ85_KH8_dq7ce9C--dwbpkNSJiO7KdyO51a5rq52nj6gi6sWzSvYzgykqY-SUmygdTg8Op6NxeZbresUiU6d76YJvI6cF7x3MNM1WHdhIV4-zKqNsVI7RI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="239" data-original-width="320" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEih5iFx_yd0luFVCKCYl9rsWcUK9XXkSm5rb1dHCy5oU4cSXWtmPTBHhPPooGt_YiA0YcWqApJ85_KH8_dq7ce9C--dwbpkNSJiO7KdyO51a5rq52nj6gi6sWzSvYzgykqY-SUmygdTg8Op6NxeZbresUiU6d76YJvI6cF7x3MNM1WHdhIV4-zKqNsVI7RI" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Wanderings of the Rural Libraries of Cajamarcahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909439498850187696noreply@blogger.com0