PART THREE
(This is the continuation of a series of posts that you can begin by clicking
HERE for PART ONE and
HERE for PART TWO.)
Shortly after that, Fabio was offered a
job back in the town we used to live in. This would require a move,
as the base was too far away to commute. We had a Peruvian friend who
was about to travel to Peru to join his wife and daughter for
vacation, and he offered us his tiny apartment. He was also renting
to an older lady, but he said she worked long hours and only slept
there. So we agreed. Problem was, he never went to Peru, and the
other lady lost her job right after our move in, so there were all
five of us in a total of about 375 square feet. If our living
conditions at the YWAM base had been limited, this was downright
claustrophobic! And indeed, there were times I felt I certainly might
not survive. It was not only a matter of space (or lack thereof), but
there were a lot of other complicated dynamics involved in this
situation. Just to mention one, our Peruvian friend was a “gomi”
man (garbage collector), and as I mentioned you can find some pretty
neat “gomi” in Japan, which our friend did regularly. He could
not resist collecting it all! Since his apartment was only about big
enough for a dog to live comfortably, he boxed all of his gomi
treasures up, and stacked the boxes floor to ceiling, lining all the
walls of what was now our bedroom (minus the “bed” - there was
barely room for the three of us to sleep like sardines on the tiny
bit of floor space that was left). This left no space for our
suitcases, which had to then stay in the trunk of his car. For three
months. So, every time I needed a change of clothes or anything else,
I had to go down two flights of stairs with a baby in tow, rummage
around in our suitcases in his trunk – which was not easy with a
baby in my arms – to find what I needed. Frustrations abounded.