La Paz Bolivia Quotes

Cuentan que hace um siglo el dictador Mariano Melgarejo obligó al embajador de Inglaterra a beber un barril entero de chocolate, en castigo por haber despreciado un vaso de chincha. El embajador fue paseado en burro, montado al revés, por la calle principal de La Paz. Y fue devuelto a Londres. Dicen que entonces la reina Victoria, enfurecida, pidió un mapa de América del Sur, dibujó una cruz de tiza sobre Bolívia y sentenció: "Bolívia no existe". Para el mundo, en efecto, Bolivia no existía ni existió después: el saqueo de la plata y, posteriormente, el despojo del estaño no han sido más que el ejercicio de un derecho natual de los países ricos.

When we came out of the cookhouse, we found the boy's father, the Indian man who had been grazing the horses in the pasture, waiting for us. He wanted someone to tell his troubles to. He looked about guardedly, afraid that the Señora might overhear him. 'Take a look at me' he said. I don't even know how old I am. When I was young, the Señor brought me here. He promised to pay me and give me a plot of my own. 'Look at my clothes' he said, pointing to the patches covering his body. 'I can't remember how many years I've been wearing them. I have no others. I live in a mud hut with my wife and sons. They all work for the Señor like me. They don't go to school. They don't know how to read or write; they don't even speak Spanish. We work for the master, raise his cattle and work his fields. We only get rice and plantains to eat. Nobody takes care of us when we are sick. The women here have their babies in these filthy huts.' 'Why don't you eat meat or at least milk the cows?' I asked. 'We aren't allowed to slaughter a cow. And the milk goes to the calves. We can't even have chicken or pork - only if an animal gets sick and dies. Once I raised a pig in my yard' he went on. 'She had a litter of three. When the Señor came back he told the foreman to shoot them. That's the only time we ever had good meat.' 'I don't mind working for the Señor but I want him to keep his promise. I want a piece of land of my own so I can grow rice and yucca and raise a few chickens and pigs. That's all.' 'Doesn't he pay you anything?' Kevin asked. 'He says he pays us but he uses our money to buy our food. We never get any cash. Kind sirs, maybe you can help me to persuade the master . Just one little plot is all I want. The master has land, much land.' We were shocked by his tale. Marcus took out a notebook and pen. 'What's his name?'. He wrote down the name. The man didn't know the address. He only knew that the Señor lived in La Paz. Marcus was infuriated. 'When I find the owner of the ranch, I'll spit right in his eye. What a lousy bastard! I mean, it's really incredible'. 'That's just the way things are,' Karl said. 'It's sad but there's nothing we can do about it.

¿Cuál fue la actitud de los bolivianos ante el asalto peruano? El mariscal venezolano la analiza en el referido documento: Desde mucho tiempo el Perú ha concebido miras de usurpación, y de refundir a Bolivia en aquella República [...] El comportamiento noble, generoso y heroico del departamento de La Paz al entrar allí las tropas agresoras, distinguiéndose siempre como el adorno de la República; las firmes repulsas de los pacíficos cochabambinos en medio de las bayonetas enemigas; la conducta del departamento de Oruro; el desdén y odio que les han manifestado los potosinos; el triste silencio con que les han recibido los propietarios y personas respetables de Chuquisaca, y la solemne, enérgica y patriótica protesta de los diputados al Congreso constitucional que se hallaban ya en esta ciudad, han convencido a los peruanos de que los hijos de Bolivia aman su independencia y que no caerán ni en los astutos y secretos lazos que se les preparan.

A meeting with the Friends Mission in La Paz, Bolivia, lived long in the memory of the touring pair. Mr. O told it repeatedly as he relived the pioneering days of international outreach: The church in the Indian section of the city was crowded and most of the adults, so colorful in their native dress, were believers. The women, in bright shawls and skirts, removed their babies from their backs to the floor during the meeting. How they listened as their pastor interpreted…my message on The Wordless Book! Their faces lit up with understanding—the children’s too! Then at the close the pastor gave an altar call for the children to accept Christ. It was wonderful to see them come one by one until about 35 were gathered at the altar. The pastor dealt with each personally and faithfully and I am sure many were born again that day. This meeting alone, in all of its marvelous aspects, was worth the trip to South America.

DANGER IN THE SKY In the year 2003, a tsunami of people washed away the government of Bolivia. The poor were sick and tired. Everything had been privatized, even the rainwater. A “for sale” sign had been hung on Bolivia, and they were going to sell it, Bolivians and all. The uprising shook El Alto, perched above the incredibly high city of La Paz, where the poorest of the poor work throughout their lives, day after day, chewing on their troubles. They are so high up they push the clouds when they walk, and every house has a door to heaven. Heaven was where those who died in the rebellion went. It was a lot closer than earth. Now they are shaking up paradise.