slowly but surely I start to hate the peruvian dogs

Dogs all over. And they are either poor Boxers that cant breathe or fuckin bitchy! Yesterday night when I came home from the childrens home, the frist thing that happened was, that this shitty dog bit me in my calf. But that was not enough. When I then wanted to enter my room I was quite shocked, all my stuff had been put into plastic bags and everything, I swear, everything was at a different place. They had told me twice that NOBODY is going to enter my room during the week, so I treated this room as a private room where I just had lieing around all my stuff: my cam, my books, my passport, my pics... all was there and some chilenian stranger I never met in my life entered my room, slept in my bed on my sheets and put all my things into plastic bags. I was very angry.

Why do they tell me N0BODY is going to enter ur room and then do this?

However, its past now but I definitaly lost my trust.

I actually came home in a good mood and wanted to tell u bout the chicken they slaughtered and which I found on one side very fascinating, but on the other side I found it very disgusting! If I lived here for ever, Id definitaly become a vegetarian. Gkrrck... and the knee was broken. Drop drop drop... fresh red blood all over. And I was standing there, thinking of nicely vacuumated chicken breast u can buy in swizz supermarkets. Cheers on abstract vacuumated meat!

Today is my daddys Birthday and Id like to congratulate him here as well! Youthful 42 years...
Happy Birthday and enjoy ur party!

Next Thursday theres coming a friend over from Argentina! Im really looking forward for some male company, hopefully I can finally go out again! Cause I really dont want to go out here on my own at night. (Its really better not watching the peruvian news here, u get damn scared... murders all over, or bus crashes... u die easily here. One of the first thing I saw after arriving in Lima was a dead body lieing on the middle of the street...)

However, bout my daily life. Im doing better and already go 3 weeks behind me and 4 tiny weeks left, I think I can do that. But I really cant wait anymore to come home. Still theres not much to do, but next week I can cut the grass, which will take me at least 2.5 hours. My daddy knows, I actually really dont like cutting grass, especially collecting it afterwards. But things are different here and Im looking forward for some work.

Another thing is, that they always lose the key here. Its incredible! (How the hell can u lose a key 3 times a week at a place that is maybe, umm... 100x20 metres big?) So sometimes they need to pull out the nails of the lock so that the kids can go to school... or what ever. Anyway, that key is always missing and it doesnt take me long anymore to offer the service to guard it for em.

Theres more to tell, but I still need something to do for tomorrow... =)

See u soon!