Showing posts with label Mireia's second letter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mireia's second letter. Show all posts

Thursday, 14 January 2010

My first days in Loreto School

Dear students,

I am also missing you a lot! Thank you very much for all your messages. I am very happy in this school, but it is a really hard experience. You have learnt how to compare things, haven't yo? So, now you can compare both realities:

People here in Kolkata (Calcuta) are very poor. Most of the children who come to school are really poor. Some of them are orphan children who don’t have father and mother, so it is very sad.




As you can see, they have to wear the same clothes in the school every day, and they have really old materials in the classrooms: desks, tables, books.., everything is old. They don’t have Internet, or computers, they just have wood tables, a blackboard, notebooks and books. That’s all.



But they are all really nice and they smile all the time; I am really happy with them and I hope they are also happy with me. I am like “something strange” for them, because some of them had never seen a foreign person before, and I have: blond hair, blue eyes, white skin.., so I am really different!



Kolkata is bigger than Barcelona and bigger than Madrid. It has more than 15.000.000 of inhabitants! And life in this city is harder than in Spain. People work more than 12h par day, and they earn less money than we do in our country. Some people don’t have house and they have to eat, sleep, have a shower…everything is done in the street!:




It is the only place in the world were “horse-men” exist. They are mans who can bring you wherever you want as you can see in this picture. And most of the times they don’t use shoes!



I hope you are having a good time in school and also in your life, and I hope to see you soon (in March). I wish you the best! And remember...you are rich if you compare to these poor children and people here in Kolkata! You must be happy with all what you have!. I promise to write a letter for you every week.

Lots of kisses,
Mireia