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Water Woes

ajibe

Using the ajibe (dry well)

As La Yacata does not have any water lines, nor sewer, nor electricity, daily living is challenging some days. Not having electricity requires that we make daily trips to town and buy just enough perishable foodstuff that we would eat in a day, and have the same thing for both lunch and dinner. Any organic scraps go to our animals. Nothing wasted. For lighting, we do what we can during the day and use a candle when it’s dark. For the most part, we rise and roost the same time as our chickens.

But not having water is much more difficult. We have an ajibe (dry well) that can hold about 3000 liters of water. Then we have a tinaco (water tank) on the roof that holds another 1500 liters. And recently we bought another water tank to hold the animals’ water. This amount of water will last us about 2 months.

tinaco

Our tinaco (water storage tank) on the roof of the house provides us with water for the kitchen sink, toilet, bathroom sink, and shower.

The rainy season begins in June and lasts until about the end of September. During the rainy season, there isn’t a shortage of water. We catch the rain in barricas (barrels), even been known to hang the blankets out for a little rain washing. The trick is then to get them dry.

For about 400 pesos, we can have a tanker truck full of water delivered to our house.

For about 400 pesos, we can have a tanker truck full of water delivered to our house.

But during the dry season, water is a problem. During the last president of Moroleón’s term, the local pozo (well) at Los Areas Verdes refused to provide us with water saying that the well was drying up. However, the tanker trucks that arrived daily and left full told a different story. I’m sure they paid more than the poor people in La Yacata. For awhile, Los Areas Verdes was charging us 50 pesos per barrica (barrel). So we had to look for alternatives.

The truck pulls in front of our house and we run a house from the truck to the ajibe and tinacos.

The truck pulls in front of our house and we run a house from the truck to the ajibe and tinacos.

We ordered a tanker of water directly from the bomberos (fire company), however they charged us for 10,000 liters but only left 7,000.  When we pointed out the discrepancy we were blacklisted and now no delivery to La Yacata.

water filling

Filling the water storage container.

Another of our solutions was to go to a little community called Ojo de Agua de en Medio.  As its name implies, there is a natural spring in the center of town.  A section of the spring has been diverted into a public trough, used for water livestock and washing clothes.  The water then runs into a sewer canal.  So we loaded up the tank in the truck and off we went.

bucket bridgade

From trough to bucket

into the tank

From bucket to tank

We used a bucket fire brigade line to fill the tinaco (water storage tank) and barricas (barrels) and headed back home. As our ajibe (dry well) is the rear of the house, we had to poke a hole in the wall to run the pipe in. My creative husband used an old bicycle inner tube to connect the tinaco (water storage tank) to the pipe and let gravity do the rest.

inner tube

From the back of the truck through the wall

into the ajibe

Through the wall into the ajibe (dry well)

As you can see, the process of getting water is not just a simple matter of turning on the faucet. Therefore, we respect each and every drop. This requires adapting how we used to do things.

For instance, in order to wash dishes, we employ what is called “drought washing.” Dirty dishes are stacked to the side. The sponge is soaped up. The dishes are soaped up. Then they are rinsed. No sink full of water for us.

My husband’s grandparents, being in their late 80s, have even more difficulty in obtaining water. So doing dishes at their house is more of bucket washing. Minimal water is used. The dirty water then goes to water the myriads of plants they grow. Not a drop wasted.

bucket washing at great-grandmas

The little guy helps great-grandma with her bucket washing

more bucket washing

Under the plants in the background is their ajibe (dry well). I’m pretty sure the same water has been there since the dawn of time.

Bathing uses quite a bit of water. We have a small gas boila (water heater) that provides the luxury of a nice hot shower. In order to both save gas and water, we schedule our showers so that we only have to light the water heater once. As one member finishes, the next jumps right in. When everyone is squeaky clean, we turn off the boila (water heater).

Our animals are also limited to the amount of water they use.  Each corral has a container for fresh water, but it the container is no bigger than the animals need.  For instance, the goats have a receptacle that will hold one bucket of water.  Since they won’t drink water that seems dirty to them (has grass bits in it) we reduced the amount of water wasted when we cleaned out their bowl.  The rabbits have an even smaller water dish, again with the idea to minimize waste.  So even though all our animals have fresh water daily, we try to keep the water waste low.  Additionally, the dirty water from the animals is used to water our fruit trees in the back.  Waste not, want not.

I could say that housecleaning too is diminished due to lack of water, but honestly, I didn’t do much of that even when we lived in the States.  Our house is clean, but not spotless.  I mop the entire house only once a week, then toss the water on the trees. I clean surfaces as they need it, not as a part of a daily ritual.  We’re good with that.

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Protecting our assets Phase 7

wires in the backyard

The power of electricity in my back yard.

About two months before, one of the electric posts that had been planted in the swamp, fell to the ground. No one seemed to be concerned about the long-term impact of downed wires and the strain on the remaining wires connecting Moroleón to La Yacata. About a month after that, someone cut and stole a large section of wire. This released the strain on the remaining wires, and they hung lower than ever over the highway. I mentioned my concern several times to our new president, but he didn’t have the time or the inclination to do anything about it. So finally, the wires over the highway were cut, possibly by a passing truck, which left the wires laying loose on either side of the road. So again, I told our new president that someone was going to steal them if we didn’t gather them up.

He called the electric company, who insisted there were no wires connecting Moroleón and La Yacata, but gave their permission in event that there were, he could gather them up. Then he hired a crew to remove and roll up the wires. My husband was the acting supervisor, making sure that those paid to collect didn’t steal any. Nearing the end of the first day, having collected from the crossroads to La Yacata, one of the albergue (rehab) people drove past. Then 10 minutes later, Chuchi drove past. Another 20 minutes later, the police came and demanded to see the workers permit. They didn’t have one, as the electric company said there were no wires. So the police hauled them to jail and left my husband to watch their truck. He called me and I called our new president to see if he could go out there and resolve the problem. He did and everything was hunky dory. The gathering of the wires went on.

It was a nice change to be able to call someone with the power and influence to solve these sorts of problems. As it always seemed us against them, I dubbed our new association president—tra-la-la the Super Prez!

The second day the workers started at the crossroads and went towards Moroleón. First el contratista showed up and told them they could not take the wire since La Yacata still owed him money. He named a debt of $70,000 pesos, a figure he refused to give us when he went to his office. The workers paid him no mind and he went off. Then Jesus showed up. He also said they did not have permission to remove the wires. This time the men got irate and told him he better be off or else. So he left, not one to risk life and limb.

So the wires, the future hope of La Yacata, was in large rolls stored in my backyard, where it still sits.

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Who owns what? Phase 6

leaning post

With the wires cut and stolen, the tension was reduced, but the posts were still leaning.

So another week or so passed. Then a group of men came and started marking the roads. We hadn’t sent them to do any measuring or marking and when the workers were asked who they were working for, it was “Ingeniero Ching” which led us to suspect Chuchi. They finished their lot markings,  all of manzana (section) 7-C which I knew to belong to one owner, not being Jesus, and went on their merry way.

Another week passed. We were out with the goats and happened across Chuchi with his plans and certificates. Seems he was making out new certificates for the lots he had marked. I called the owner and told his secretary that Chuchi was in this very moment selling lots. His brother arrived about 15 minutes later, then he himself, but Chuchi had already gone. They were both angry enough to go and visit Chuchi in his home.  Chuchi said that things would continue as they always had done and called the police on the brothers to have them removed from his home.

In addition to this, a man came the week previously to locate his lots. He had bought the lots from the engineer who put the tubes down for the sewer some 10 years ago. I checked the records and lo and behold, there was another registered owner. Seems Chuchi had given an entire section of lots to this engineer in lieu of payment. So I explained this to the man, who was angry, but decided he needed to go and straighten this out with Chuchi. So what happened to the money that the colonos (associates) paid for the work? Right into Chuchi’s pocket.

We have been working hard to contact the persons we know to be owners of land in La Yacata.  The son of the original owner decided to call a meeting, requesting copies of payments and certificates to try and find out how much money Chuchi had received.  Hopefully, we could use this proof to put a demanda (lawsuit) against Chuchi for non-completion of something or other.  My husband complains that we ought not to be working for free, but I felt that in the long run, we will benefit as members of the community there.  Volunteering doesn’t bother me, although personal funds were in mighty short supply just then.

Chuchi continued selling lots, even to calling and offering deals to prospective buyers.  A few have thought to investigate a bit further and been referred to us, so did not fall into the baited trap, but others either didn’t suspect or didn’t care.

Along the way, we had another community meeting and proposed that the original owner’s son be elected as president of the association.  As R had yet to register his presidency, this wouldn’t necessitate any additional paperwork, but might just be the motivation we needed to make some real progress.    In order not to completely alienate R and his cronies, we suggested that he be the secretary in place of el plomero, who really didn’t have time to devote to this endless stream of meetings.  Even so, R’s feelings were hurt.  I was unanimously reelected as treasurer.

It was quite a job organizing these receipts that come in, but we now had about 100 out of 650 that were more or less verified. We also decided that since Chuchi was still using the old certificates to sell and resell lots, that to protect our interests and the interests of the other rightful owners, we would issue new certificates signed by all members of the mesa directiva (community representatives).

The changing over of certificates took longer than expected. A full 6 months since we started and we were nearly half way through. The problem was contacting the owners. We had a tentative list of property owners and had made efforts through printed notices to contact those on the list, however, some had sold their lot, moved, or were currently in the US. Daily though, we had visitors to our house in La Yacata. Some on foot, some by moto, some by donkey or horse, some came on the bus, some in cars or trucks, and some have even come in taxis, just to visit us and bring their copies.

Then there was a problem with multiple owners of the same lot.  That has taken some doing to straighten out. We, or rather I, have had to tell a number of people that they had been defrauded and needed to register a complaint against Chuchi with the Ministerio Publico (Public Ministry) however, to date, I have yet to hear of any of these victims making a formal complaint.  It’s free, however, it is time-consuming, as is anything bureaucratic here in México.  There is also the fact that most of these owners are campesinos (farmers) and not well educated.  Some can barely write their own names.  To expose themselves and their illiteracy and the shame that they had been taken in by a glib talker, may be too much for them to do.  And so, those that have take more, and those that have not, continue to do nothing about it.

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