I accompanied FR, the social worker at CECSA on three home visits this week. The purpose was to collect information for a socio-economic report which determines, on a sliding scale, if the students´families have to pay for them to attend school.
We rode 3 different buses in order to arrive in Zone 12, the last of which was free since no one coming from there can afford fare. The mother of the student met us at the bus stop and walked us to the home she and her daughter shared. It was a single room, within a cement-walled house, without water and with minimal electricity. They cannot leave the house after dark. There were 2 dirty dogs roaming in and out and the smell was off-putting. FR was distracted by a noise from above which she said was ¨air¨but was probably rats.
The mother worked as a domestic in a different zone had no family, no education, and no knowledge of sign language with which to communicate with her daughter. Despite her unimaginable poverty, she gave each of us a piece of candy and thanked us for coming. Walking back to the bus stop with the mother, FR was praying out loud.
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