If you are curious to know what the UN, this mysterious institution sovranazionale, una vacanza a Timor Est puo’ rivelarsi interessante. Il paese e’ infatti amministrato dalle Nazioni Unite, pur essendo indipendente dal 2002; per dovere di cronaca vi ricordo che e’ la nazione piu’ giovane della Terra.
Passeggiando per le strade di Dili (la capitale) non si puo’ fare a meno di notare le numerose ferite di un sanguinoso passato caratterizzato da colonialismo, saccheggi, rivolte, guerriglia e barbarie: edifici che cascano a pezzi, strade con enormi buche, segni di proiettili sui muri delle case, scritte violente, aiuole e parchi trasformati in campi profughi. Gli abitanti di Timor sono sempre stati dominati: prima dai portoghesi, poi dagli indonesiani e ora dai caschi blu dell’ONU. The presence of the latter, both in military and administrative, and 'massive. The white Toyota Landcruiser with blacks letteroni A printed on the side dart among the Timorese rickety taxi, need a keen eye to pedestrian crossings, not to end up lying.
The fact that there is the United Nations leads the local population to think that any foreign presence on the territory is somehow involved in lucrative activities' (the money coming for the reconstruction of Timor are many, but few end up in pockets of the population and I think are mostly used to feed the "machine" UN). The first question asked is not 'in fact "where are you from? "but" who do you work for? "for those jobs? I explain to be a tourist, a traveler interested in discovering the country. Amazement.
a curious or intrepid visitors like me there are very few. Mostly 'to meet' East Timor Backpackers, perhaps the only place "budget" of the capital: U.S. $ 10 (the currency locale) for a night on mattresses in the dormitory and the minimum rigid wire mesh. Unfortunately, thanks to the UN, the prices for foreigners are very inflated and this 'and you pay no' to anything related to what you receive. A painful step backwards, after all the single rooms of which I enjoyed in other Asian countries.
Timor is quite the ass on the ground (the annual per capita income of just over $ 100, and 'among the most' lowest in the world): agriculture and 'mostly' subsistence, there 'industry or service sector and most food must be imported. The tourist infrastructure and 'absent, then that means we must turn to organize. You may wonder at this point what all of this circus' UN. Presto said: off the southeast coast there 's a big oil field. In short, there is' more and half black gold! And who eats the cake? Quite simply: USA, Australia and political local control of oil, the Portuguese telecommunications deal with (monopoly), the Chinese are holding Timorese trade and, once again, fail to do their masters at home. E 'colonialism in' 2008.
But back to my ups and downs ...
Since I'm not here to do investigative journalism (though it would be worth) I decided to leave Dili for several days and venturing inland. Pemette wise decision that I meet the faces a little more 'cheerful than cross the capital. With a scooter hire - a formidable means of production in China, more 'like a motorized bicycle to a motorcycle - I move to Maubisse, a pleasant, ramshackle village on the mountains in the center of the island is located in a panoramic position, at a height of 1600m, surrounded by hills shrouded in clouds cool. Every time I get to share continued to amaze me how, while being the equatorial belt, can be cold at certain heights, and perhaps' because the body undergoes a thermal shock at the sudden change in temperature. Good thing I left equipped to Dili, pants, shirt, jacket and sleeping bag to allow me to spend a great night, a super sleep, in a single room on a comfortable mattress. At Bed & Breakfast accommodation where you have 2 engineers, one of Timor, the other Indonesian, I illustrate the project you are working on: a greenhouse for growing vegetables, not far from Maubisse. Chatting with them I have the confirmation of the dire state of the local economy every little step, every upgrade - explain to me - and 'a great achievement.
In a long day of driving my vehicle and leave the B & B touches the waters of the east coast where a beautiful girl I fill up the tank with the fuel needed to return to Maubisse. I choose to take an alternate route to reach the plateau: on paper and 'more' short but soon reveals itself ... quite rough. The path cuts straight from the coast and climbs up to Maubisse, serpentine, on the mountainsides. The track now leaves the road to a dirt road with pebbles, aided by the wet weather, it turns into mud. Proceed very slowly, cautiously, and, almost miraculously, I reach the top of the pass without sliding. Arrival at the base and that 'already' dark, I fill my stomach and I slip into bed exhausted.
The next day return to Dili for a brief pit stop, I decided it start again almost immediately, in the early afternoon, at a time of Baucau, the second city ', by number of inhabitants of Timor.
The road hugs the coastline and is' very scenic, white sandy beaches alternate with rocky cliffs. It 's a jagged coastline, where the blue of the contrasts with the deep blue sea 'yellow and brown vegetation, made of small trees, shrubs and long, sharp blades of grass. The track is 'sinuous asphalt and' ok. I stop for some photos, then allotment. Everything is going well. I relax. Too.
later sent in a curve. At this point, instinct tells me to avoid hard braking, it risks falling on the asphalt to peel and all. Opto then a gentle deceleration. Widen the path of ending the first curve on the gravel beside the road and then on 'grass where a stone, hidden beneath the vegetation abruptly stops the travel of the scooter and I launch into the air over the middle.
Crash, boom, bang
everything happens very quickly. I land face down 'in the grass. I get up quickly and start to control me frantically. Button face with her hands. Lose blood. I peeled the nose, abrasions on the lip and inside the mouth. The teeth are all still there. Sigh of relief. Then a few scratches on his arm, not much. I feel a pain, which is intensifying, his right foot, I sprained my ankle. More 'at the top, at the knee, right on the kneecap, individual cut an inch long, deep enough. Gushes from the wound a strip of blood that line the tibia. I'm in a state of semi-shock and I move continuously. Gather backpack, look for water, increase the motor. Meanwhile, and 'stopped a pickup carrying three people there. I have water and tissues. I try to flush and clean the wounds. I'm full of dust. I try to mind locally. They tell me to be directed to Baucau and offer to load the scooter, including myself, on the back. I agree.
not remember how long 'previously for the pick-up, sitting on a box with a hand attached to the scooter and the other side of the machine. Maybe one hour, maybe more, 'a prey to bounce, to the breaks, the pain. Every now and then someone from inside the car turned around and made me make signs, maybe if I was still controlling them, that I had not flown via ...
The race ends at the emergency room of Baucau. Hard to describe. A jumble of small buildings, at times seems to be in an abandoned school. Empty seats. With other waste and old furniture piled up. I can not walk. The ankle and 'inflated and it makes me very badly, as well as the knee. Two nurses hold me and help me to get a room. Here's another nurse makes me lie on a couch and started to disinfect wounds. I am in a small room, dirty, with medical equipment scattered to the right and left. While receiving treatment comes another patient, carried by four people, which ends on a table next to mine. I do not know what happened to him. Mumbles, suffers, you tap the side and 2 times the risk of falls to the ground. I dare not look. Meanwhile, the nurses and 'come to the knee, take a needle, he looks at me and says "pain now". Shit, I see what you have in mind. A suture without any kind of anesthetic. I put one hand in my mouth and while the type Morsico proceed with the operation of piercing. Fortunately the cut is not 'too long, otherwise I would surely faint! Terminate
care ask me if I have a place to stay. Say no. I do not know where to go and I do not have the strength to move. Wonder if there 's a free bed in the hospital. I shall then wait in another room with two beds. I lie and try to figure out if they have something to eat. After twenty minutes, the nurse who assisted me brings me a bowl of spicy chicken with boiled rice. I eat everything. I swallow a pill painkillers and tried to sleep. 'In The Dark. Addomentare dream I could wake up and healed. Dream.
Rene '
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