After having been told that we have to leave our current venue within the next couple of months, we have been on the search for a new space. Over the last month or so we have had all sorts of meetings. We have met with priests, wanna-be politicians (we met this guy in dark car park which felt all to much like a drug deal), real politicians, leaders of movements, helpful neighbours, you name them, we’ve met with them. Nothing has really come to fruition. Any potential new sites that we have had our eyes on have all fallen through so our search has become a little more desperate.
We have worked for a year and a half in creating a solid base for Food for Thought. We have kept a low profile and worked away quietly as to not impose ourselves too much in this little community. As of the last month or so this has all changed. We have been promoting ourselves like we are the latest political party! Anyone who wants to listen, and even those who don’t, have been given the low down on our project. We even collected signatures to present to the local council.
Dealing with the local council has been interesting. The saying “it’s not what you know, but who you know” rings true here! We have encountered many people who talk the talk, but very few who actually walk the walk! Our written project has landed on many desks but I feel that most, if not all of them, have been filed in one of the many filing cabinets that are used as walls between offices in the council buildings. More than anything it has been a great process of finding out, who is the right person to know!
We have been trying to get the project on the desk of the Mayor of Lanús. We got word today that his wife has received it, and that she wants us to call her tomorrow. Maybe the last month hasn’t been in vain! We also shouldn’t count our chickens because we have done so too many times this month!
I wouldn’t call myself a writer but I can definitely say that I know what writer’s block is. The last four paragraphs took me four days to write. There has been a lot going on over the last little while here in Argentina and even though I should have plenty to write about the words just don’t seem to be flowing. I’m hoping that this stretch of few words will pass and I will soon be back on track dribbling onto the page.