Recently I noticed a magazine in the hand in which I found very interesting and accurate article on Paraguay, which reflect my experience almost exactly.
I thought I put it just online, and who is interested can read it gladly.
MarĂa Kueck (Paraguay):
"[...] I have a big house. My neighbors have a small hut. We are often asked what they live. He is unemployed. It works a little. She always visit: her son and his wife, her brother, her sister, friends, acquaintances ...
I get up in the morning, wash laundry, clean my house, cook for the kids and go to work. My neighbor is on during the morning, sits down in their yard and drinking Tereré with their guests.
I plant flowers and mow grass. She has neither grass nor flowers. I'm sure they do not have as much to eat like us, but they do not complain. They come to us not to beg, only very rarely, if it's really bad. You have a few chickens on their farm and have grown cassava. Of which they live.
I hear my neighbor often laugh. She has a loud, happy laugh. I ask myself: What am I looking for? What man really needs to live, to be happy? Who makes the two of us doing something wrong?
[...] There is always a tendency to want to change the others. They are poor, they live poorly, they are sick, they feed poorly. But are they so unhappy?
We are immigrants themselves consider to be progressive, while we only have other needs: I need my house, my security, my privacy, I need a certain level of hygiene. I have to even be able to realize. I can not live only in front of me without doing anything to feel needed without me.
Many Paraguayans seem not to have such a need: they simply live.
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