Keep In Touch Newsletter 3 Vol. XXIII No 1 April 2011
veo” was calling his mocking call, when he saw me passing: “Bien
veo!” he shrieked. There were the
sparrows; the horneros; in the distance a teru-teru called. Iwalked on, along the lonely little path. Nobody was near. I wasalone with beauty.
I found my favourite place: The bench underneath a smallEucalyptus. The yellow flowers were still all there
all sunny in the sun. Here were the special grass blades. Therewas ano
veo”, mocking me.
the wind: It brought secrets. It whispered into my
heart: “There is only you –
you and the little world about you.Nothing else
exists. Nothing else, nothing!” –
I stayed there eternally. There it all was: Sun; wind; flowers;scents; grass; trees; birds; sky; clouds; and me.I was a child again. Innocent. I stood before the Creator
hand in hand with Creation I stood before Him.And He blessed us...
Class Trip to the Tapiracuay
By Marili Matthäus-Friedemann
I awoke to a mild day, not a breath of wind, but it was a specialday. As the usual early morning sounds reached my ears, my ex-
citement rose. I could hear a loud “piptowi, piptowi“. This black
-yellow bird had been awake for ages, its call heard everywhere.Also the swelling and receding roar of the Howler Monkeyscould be heard for miles around. Did it
mean rain? No, it can‟t
rain today! Today we are going on a class trip to our beloved Ta-piracuay-River.
Breakfast was soon over. The slice of bread spread with drip-ping and some homemade treacle and the cup of Mate were soongone. Two woollen blankets, a change of clothes, wooden san-dals, and an antiquated swimming costume were quicklychucked together and tied into a bundle, and off we went to ren-dezvous by the dining room in Ibaté. The store man
Hugo Sta-hel at the time
had packed all the essentials the day before:food, frying pan, cauldron and tin plates. Four adults came alongto supervise. One of them did a head count to check that thefourth and fifth years were all present and correct. The othera
dults packed the children‟s bundles onto the horse and cart.
Then we were off, all singing the song
Wir wollen zu Land ausfahren, wohl über die Fluren weit
(We want to travel far
into the country side…). The horse and cart lead the way and we
children trotted along behind it. First our route took us throughthe village of Ibaté, then on to the sundried prairie. In the dis-tance we could see cattle grazing, and we couldn't believe oureyes: there were actually some Ostriches (Ñandús) among them.When they saw us they scampered, wings outstretched. Our un-even route then took us into the jungle where the road was full of potholes. The progress of the horse and cart was now too slowfor us, so we ran on ahead. We were just so excited
at last wewere experiencing something different from the usual monotonyof everyday life.After travelling for at least one and a half hours, we reachedthe river house in a clearing in the jungle by our beloved Tapi-racuay River. Covered in sweat, the first thing to do was to getour feet into the clear, cool water. Oh, what a relief for the feet!In the meantime, the adults unloaded the horse and cart, andsorted out the house, which consisted of two large bedrooms,each with a wide wooden platform bed (wall to wall, using half the space). One bedroom was for males and one for females. Be-tween the rooms was a wide corridor, in which there was a verylong table with long benches at each side. On a slightly lowerlevel there was a small open space that we used as a kitchen.About 50 metres from the house were the male and femaleboarded in toilet pits.The cauldron over the fire was filled with water so someMate could be brewed for us children in a big old enamel Billycan. The adults drank their Yerba mate out of the Guampa with aBombilla. An hour after arrival we were finally allowed to goswimming, boys and girls separately of course. While the girlswere swimming, the boys were taken for a walk. One of theswimmers took a long rope across to the other side of the river,and attached it to the diving board; it was pulled tight and fixedto the other side of the river as well so now the non-swimmerscould also get across the river by holding on to the rope. Beforethe trip, Hilde Pfeiffer had the brilliant idea to make some floats.She sewed 40cm x 40cm cases out of sugar bag sacking, thenfilled them with corks and attached tapes which were tied aroundour chests. With the help of these swimming aids, most of uslearned to swim on this class trip. We were so proud of our-selves!
This picture of the Tapiracuay River House gives a good impressionof how many people it sheltered during a night. On that occasion ayouth group enjoyed some days at the river side.(Contributed from the Renatus-Klüver-Collection)
Some of us went off looking for flint and were ecstatic if sparksflew when the stones were rubbed together. A flock of macaw-
parrots (Aras) flew screeching away over our heads. We didn‟t
see these gorgeous big parrots very often. We were summoned toour mid day meal by a gong, there were
oh so delicious
pan-cakes. We only ever got them on class trips unfortunately.After we had stuffed ourselves to capacity, some of us girlswanted to prove to the boys that we too could catch fish. Armedwith a machete, we cut a few fishing rods, tied some string tothem, and at the end, fixed a piece of wire shaped into a fishhook. The cork off a bottle was used as a float. Soon the first fishbit, and we quickly landed it. The fish was beheaded with themachete; then we fished for more, until we had a whole pile of fish. These were then prepared for our evening meal. Unfortu-nately the fish were full of bones, so we had to be hellish carefulto avoid swallowing them.As soon as the sun went down, millions of mosquitoes madetheir presence felt. Sitting still was not an option. We made a bigbonfire and threw dry cow pats on to it. They smoked dreadfully,and chased the mosquitoes away. Now we all sat in a circlearound the fire, sang songs and played question and answergames. Right at the end, one of the adults told us the story aboutthe Inn in Spessart. After that it was time to hit the sack on the
hard wooden boards. Each of us created their own little „bed‟
space, shrouded in a mosquito net, and tried to go to sleep. From