A Merry Christmas to my dear children
Hi, my name is Karla Ingrid Martínez Arroyo; I have 29 years old lawyer by profession, I am from Perú, Junín Province.Al fondo CUCHO-ULCUMYAO-PERÚ
This is my history, history that I wish to share with you that can help me to convert it in day of happiness for me and for the children.
Ulcumayo is my village where I was born and I grew up, around planting of potatoes, clean water, clear skies with songs of birds, sunrises with aromas to field and land, days where it seems that the sun had fallen only to play with the children, and where the moon was sleeping next to the villagers watching so much peace in the place, where you could raise your sons out of wickedness of the human being, watch them grow with innocence were identified by their land.
Where all the people knew and exchanged a greeting accompanied with a smile. A place where children were men of good heart and faith. Where girls learned the art of weaving by hand that the mothers were taught to weave clothing of sheep's wool, fabrics made art. Where the elderly living a dignified old age accompanied by up to 4 generations, the truth that was the branch of heaven.
Already lived wrong that my country was going in time of war, time of the internal struggle between the terrorists and the military fighting for their goals unconcerned that the midst of them we were innocent people without guilt or responsibility, 20 hard years the war leaving tears, leaving families mutilated, broken dreams, dashed hopes leaving history as mine.
Ulcumayo was the cradle of one of the most cruel massacres, where the man became a wolf for the same man, time of death, of persecution, time of torture, time of fear, time crying of the children, time of solitude for families where a member was killed, time where a family member no longer returning to home and that to date still no one knows what happened, where it is, and the worst of all, you don't know who was causing the damage, if the military group or terrorists.
Time where as children we got information that there is a list in which contained the names of my parents. I had 7 years and I still remember when we fled on the night of the area with only the clothes on, my father we are guided by the hills, grasslands and rivers hurried us with voice between cut and tearful our small steps together with those of my brothers, my mother cleaned our tears and gave us much force with her hugs and kisses to move forward and our pain to leave our elderly grandparents.
Not to find my parents were violent with my grandparents and ransacked the house, they stole everything they could, set on fire, burned down the house, our things, our dear toys, my grandparents saw be ash every thing, photos, documents, memories, love, tenderness, hard work, effort of more than 2 generations.
It's been almost 22 years of the aroused, with effort, labor, union, love and faith we move forward, but it took many sacrifices we are making it understood that the family is a gear, each piece is a valuable and important for everyone to move forward and progress together. Even in our country has lagged that political violence, economic and social.
It has been 22 years, but still remember with my body and mind as a child, my heart was saddened by what we lived, to leave mine friends, who have fled with their parents, but not in the flight it went well, the hit and killed, others stayed and saw see die their parents.
I prayed and asked God that which I write for the bad ones were and everything goes back to be as before, that we do not harm my family to my friends and that will not burn off my toys with whom I grew up and loved playing with them.
In 2011 I worked with a small institution, such as gratitude and promise of the good results during the year, it had a budget to bring Christmas to a locality. In our country is usual in December bring toys, panetones and chocolate and share it with the kids.
This institution requesting proposals for places to go in this Christmas; I told my story, I wanted to heart return that place and see me and see my friends in those children who would receive Christmas. I told my story, that would never think of a protagonist listen 22 years later, unfortunately there were no budget, for the numbergifts of children and for the long trip. So we went to a place much closer. But I have all the enthusiasm and effort of return, embrace my land, to see my house demolished even with ashes, to see my friends already facts men fathers and mothers like me.
I've stayed with that feeling of not dying without carrying at least once to my Ulcumayo Christmas to my land who I was born, grow and flee .I have a small savings and it is my goal share and bring christmas to children of the district of Ulcumayo, province of Junín, the savings can cover, chocolate, milk, sugar, breads, and mobility to the place. If we arrived at the goal we would join with the small neighboring villages, taking a total of 300 children.greetings to YOU!
The meeting will take place with hot chocolate, paneton and toys in my house burned, with symbol of strength and existence of dreams and values.
The meeting will take place with hot chocolate, paneton, toys and much love in my house burned, with symbol of strength and existence of dreams and values.
Many thanks to everyone for their support in this noble cause.
Thanks for making this dream comes true. GOD BLESS YOUR HOME; YOUR HOME; YOUR FAMILY AND YOU THROW A PROSPEROUS YEAR 2013.