Showing posts with label villas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label villas. Show all posts

Thursday, July 23, 2009

La Villa Capilla (The Slum Chapel)


Buenos Aires: Where Jesus isn't your only savior

Welcome to La Capilla María Madre del Pueblo in the Bajo Flores slum of Buenos Aires.

My article provides a fairly comprehensive summary of what's happening in Argentina's slums. The church is the only organization that's maintains a consistent presence there. I visited the Bajo Flores villa on July 3, 2009. It's also known as Villa 1-11-14. Back in the day the government numbered the villas, so Bajo Flores is essentially a mega-villa, three in one.

Father Carrara had to meet me at the corner across from a nicer neighborhood and escort me into the villa. Below is a brief podcast of the encounter.


What I hope people understand from the article, the podcast, and the photos from this and the previous post, is how amazingly difficult life is here, and how this difficulty produces amazing acts of compassion and courage.

Maté and Catolicsimo
Walls of la Capilla
Glass bottles decorate la Capilla
Father Gustavo Carrara

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Slums of Buenos Aires

One of the most interesting things about Argentina is its cultural confusion. Go back to my first post from Buenos Aires and my immediate impression of the city was its european feel. With a mix of French, Italian, and Spanish architecture, there's little to indicate where BA is located. Looking at the faces of people walking around, one struggles to reach a concrete conclusion. Kirchner, as you might have guessed, isn't an indigenous name, and one of the priests I interviewed was named Jorge Oesterheld.

Day one, sitting in my hotel room in the "micro centro" of the city, I could have been anywhere but Latin America. Day two, my interviews for my first article quickly reminded me where I was. There's a sharp divide between European culture and Latin American culture in Argentina. Nowhere is that divide clearer than in the "villas", or slums, of Buenos Aires.

Here, people look different. Speaking with my contacts confirmed fears about discrimination and de facto segregation. The photos below remind me so much of what I saw outside of Mexico City in 2006: a mash of concrete block houses, farm animals, and dirt streets. The villas are isolated ghettos: places without running water, sewage systems, or much of a police presence. They've grown out of peoples' need to survive. They stretch for miles, and there is little consensus about what needs to be done.

I would have gotten closer, but these aren't places where a 6'2" white guy easily blends in. Many of these photos were take from on overpass. My driver Leo was uncomfortable even stopping and rolling down the window. I had to convince him to let me leave the vehicle for even a few seconds.