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Dear Christy Carlson,Thank you so much for writing a letter to your sponsored child.Please write again soon!Remember, your e-mail does not go directly to your child. Yourletter will go through the normal translation process and be mailedto your sponsored child as soon as possible.Please keep this copy of your letter for your own records.Thanks for making a difference in the life of a child,Compassion International.
This is a letter I wrote to the Compassion child that I personally sponsor. He has written me 3 times just this fall! I figured it was about time that I write back to him. I chose to sponsor Benjamin about a year and a half ago. During a 5 week Spanish-learning trip to Ecuador, I visited a Compassion International project in Cuenca (the city where I was staying). Because of my love for the country of Ecuador and Compassion, upon returning to the U.S., I looked for a child from Cuenca whom I could sponsor. Although there was no one, this little boy kept coming up online under those who had waited the longest for a sponsor. He was from a town close to Cuenca. Because of those circumstances and the Spirit's leading, I chose to sponsor Benjamin. I think I will someday visit Cuenca again, and, the idea is that when I do that, I will be able to also visit Benjamin.
Querido Benjamin, El 18 de enero, 2008
¡Hola! Estoy bien emocionada que pueda escribirte. ¡Gracias porescribirme tanto! Me alegro leer tus cartas y saber como estás.
¿Cómo estás? Estoy muy contenta y alegre. No he escrito a ti porunos meses porque he estado haciendo una practica para la Universidad. Le falta un semestre antes de que yo me gradue. ¡No puedo creer que ya ha pasado 4 años en la Universidad! Estoy estudiando la educación primaria y español. ¿En cuál grado estás ahora? De octubre a diciembre yo estuve trabajando como maestra enuna escuela bilingue en Tegucigalpa, Honduras. Honduras es un país muy lindo, con montañas como Ecuador. Tuve la oportunidad practicar español más. Espero que haya mejorado. Decidí que voy a escribirteen español e inglés para que puedas practicar más el inglés, si túquieras. ¿Tomas una clase de inglés, no?
Me preguntaste que fue mi color favorito. Es rojo. Me gustanotros colores, pero lo más me gusta es rojo. ¿Cuál es tu color favorito?
También, quieres saber cuantos años tengo. Acabo de cumplir 22 años el 2 de enero.
Me alegro que tienes tantos deseos y anhelos. Continúes en pensar,orar, y soñar así.
¿Cómo están tus clases? Espero que estén bien. Eres un muchacho muy especial y sé que estás esforzando mucho en la escuela. Estoy escribiendo esta carta y mirando a tu foto que está sobre elescritorio.
Gracias que siempre ores por mi. Las oraciones a Dios son muy fuertes y poderosas. Por favor, ores que Dios me dé sabiduría porqueno sé donde voy a trabajar cuando me gradue. Necesito sabiduría durante la busqueda por un trabajo. ¿Puedo orar por algo específico para ti y tu familia? Oro por ti, que crezcas a ser un hombre valiente y fuerte en Dios. Te despido con amor para ti y tu familia.
Chao con amor,
Christy
January 18, 2008
Dear Benjamin,
Hello! I'm so excited that I can write you. Thank you for writing me so much! It makes me happy to read your letters and know how you are doing.
How are you? I am very content and happy. I haven't written to you for a few months because I have been doing a practicum for the University. I only have one semester left before I graduate. I cannot believe that four years at the University have passed! I am studying elementary education and Spanish. What grade are you in now? From October to December I was working as a teacher in a bilingual school in Tegucigalpa, Honduras. Honduras is a beautiful country with mountains like Ecuador. I had the opportunity to practice Spanish more. I hope that I have gotten better. I decided that I am going to write you in Spanish and English so you can practice English more, if you want. You're taking a class in English, right?
You asked me what my favorite color was. It's red. I like other colors, but the color I like the best is red. What is your favorite color?
Also, you want to know how old I am. I just turned 22 years old on January 2nd.
It makes me happy that you have so many hopes and desires. Continue to think, pray, and dream like this.
How are your classes? I hope they are good. You are a very special boy and I know that you are working really hard in school. I am writing this letter and looking at your picture that is on my desk.
Thank you for always praying for me. Prayers to God are very strong and powerful. Please pray that God will give me wisdom because I don't know where I am going to work when I graduate. I need wisdom during the search for a job. Can I pray for something specific for you and your family? I pray for you, that you will become a brave and strong man in God. Goodbye with love for you and your family.
Goodbye with love,
Christy
Friday, January 18, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Compassion Letter
In response to a contest posted at http://lovelaidbare.blogspot.com, here is the letter I wrote to my family's Compassion International child.
Dear Mr. & Mrs. Mark Carlson,
Thank you so much for writing a letter to your sponsored child. Please write again soon!Remember, your e-mail does not go directly to your child. Your letter will go through the normal translation process and be mailedto your sponsored child as soon as possible. Please keep this copy of your letter for your own records. Thanks for making a difference in the life of a child,
Message:
Querido Enrique, 6-1-07
¿Cómo estás? Estoy tan emocionada que pueda escribirte. Ahora estoy viviendo en Indiana en una casa con 5 de mis amigas. Empezamos las clases el jueves pasado. Aunque estoy en los EEUU, pienso mucho en ti y en Honduras. He contado muchas cuentas a mis amigos del tiempo que pasé en Honduras.
Tengo que decirte que eres MUY especial a mí y a mi familia. Fue un milagro que tuvimos la oportunidad de conocernos cara a cara. Espero que te gustó el viaje y Tegucigalpa, McDonalds, el Picacho (la estátua de Jesucristo), el hotel y todo que estaba incluído en la visita. ¿Cual fue tu cosa favorita de la visita? Para mí, fue maravillosa verte y pasar tiempo contigo. Eres muy chistoso y divertido. Estoy segura que tu familia está muy orgullosa de tí.
Leí a tus cartas viejas y vi a los dibujos. ¡Son muy lindos!
¿Cómo está tu familia? ¿Cuándo empieza la escuela? ¿Has disfrutado las vacaciones? Disfruté las vacaciones de Navidad muchísimo. Fue increíble pasar tiempo con mi familia otra vez.
Enviaré algunas fotos del tiempo que pasemos juntos en elcorreo proxímo. ¡Espero que nunca se pierda tu sonrisa y espíritu linda!
Con amor,
Christy (para la familia Carlson)
(In English)
Dear Enrique, January 6, 2007
How are you? I'm so excited that I can write you. Right now I am living in Indiana in a house with five of my friends. We started classes last Thursday. Although I'm in the United States now, I think about Honduras and you a lot. I have told my friends a lot of stories about the time that I spent in Honduras. I have to tell you that you are SO special to my family and me! It was a miracle that we had the opportunity to meet each other in person. I hope that you liked the trip and Tegucigalpa, McDonalds, el Picacho (the statue of Jesus Christ), the hotel, and everything that we did during the visit. What was your favorite thing about our visit? For me, it was wonderful to see you and spend time with you. You are very funny and fun! :-) I'm sure that your family is very proud of you. I read your old letters and I saw the pictures. They're so nice!
How is your familiy? When does school start? Have you enjoyed your vacation? I enjoyed Christmas break a lot. It was incredible to spend time with my family again. Next time I write, I will send some pictures of our time together in Honduras. I hope that you never lose your wonderful smile and spirit.
With love,
Christy (for the whole Carlson family)
*My parents have sponsored a Compassion child since I was young. Although they are responsibile for the financial support, I have always felt that my role was to write letters and communicate with the child. We have sponsored many Compassion children over the years. Compassion chose Enrique for us, because our previous sponsored child dropped out of the program. We began sponsoring him when he was in 2nd grade. He is now entering 7th grade.
Dear Mr. & Mrs. Mark Carlson,
Thank you so much for writing a letter to your sponsored child. Please write again soon!Remember, your e-mail does not go directly to your child. Your letter will go through the normal translation process and be mailedto your sponsored child as soon as possible. Please keep this copy of your letter for your own records. Thanks for making a difference in the life of a child,
Message:
Querido Enrique, 6-1-07
¿Cómo estás? Estoy tan emocionada que pueda escribirte. Ahora estoy viviendo en Indiana en una casa con 5 de mis amigas. Empezamos las clases el jueves pasado. Aunque estoy en los EEUU, pienso mucho en ti y en Honduras. He contado muchas cuentas a mis amigos del tiempo que pasé en Honduras.
Tengo que decirte que eres MUY especial a mí y a mi familia. Fue un milagro que tuvimos la oportunidad de conocernos cara a cara. Espero que te gustó el viaje y Tegucigalpa, McDonalds, el Picacho (la estátua de Jesucristo), el hotel y todo que estaba incluído en la visita. ¿Cual fue tu cosa favorita de la visita? Para mí, fue maravillosa verte y pasar tiempo contigo. Eres muy chistoso y divertido. Estoy segura que tu familia está muy orgullosa de tí.
Leí a tus cartas viejas y vi a los dibujos. ¡Son muy lindos!
¿Cómo está tu familia? ¿Cuándo empieza la escuela? ¿Has disfrutado las vacaciones? Disfruté las vacaciones de Navidad muchísimo. Fue increíble pasar tiempo con mi familia otra vez.
Enviaré algunas fotos del tiempo que pasemos juntos en elcorreo proxímo. ¡Espero que nunca se pierda tu sonrisa y espíritu linda!
Con amor,
Christy (para la familia Carlson)
(In English)
Dear Enrique, January 6, 2007
How are you? I'm so excited that I can write you. Right now I am living in Indiana in a house with five of my friends. We started classes last Thursday. Although I'm in the United States now, I think about Honduras and you a lot. I have told my friends a lot of stories about the time that I spent in Honduras. I have to tell you that you are SO special to my family and me! It was a miracle that we had the opportunity to meet each other in person. I hope that you liked the trip and Tegucigalpa, McDonalds, el Picacho (the statue of Jesus Christ), the hotel, and everything that we did during the visit. What was your favorite thing about our visit? For me, it was wonderful to see you and spend time with you. You are very funny and fun! :-) I'm sure that your family is very proud of you. I read your old letters and I saw the pictures. They're so nice!
How is your familiy? When does school start? Have you enjoyed your vacation? I enjoyed Christmas break a lot. It was incredible to spend time with my family again. Next time I write, I will send some pictures of our time together in Honduras. I hope that you never lose your wonderful smile and spirit.
With love,
Christy (for the whole Carlson family)
*My parents have sponsored a Compassion child since I was young. Although they are responsibile for the financial support, I have always felt that my role was to write letters and communicate with the child. We have sponsored many Compassion children over the years. Compassion chose Enrique for us, because our previous sponsored child dropped out of the program. We began sponsoring him when he was in 2nd grade. He is now entering 7th grade.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Tegus
I'm loving these last days in Tegus.... seeing Enrique....hanging out with guys from the Micah Project.... not being at school.... It's a lot of fun and insightful into the country that I have been living in for 2 months. I was going to "lay low" in the house tomorrow, but after spending the day in the city, I'm going to do it again tomorrow. It's my way of enjoying Tegus for all it has to offer during my last day in the city. I might be going to an orphanage. Vamos a ver!
Random Cultural Thoughts
On Music
Music in Honduras is not the typical Latin American deal. Instead of Ranchera music or Latin pop, Reggaeton is what's usually played. Daddy Yankee is one of the popular singers. So, when one is riding the city bus, a taxi, a colectivo, or is just walking in the street, the music that will be played is Reggaeton. Although it's definitely not my favorite type of music, I have come to appreciate it enough so that I might even miss not hearing it in the States!
On Restaurants
There are many fast-food places in Tegucigalpa. McDonald's, KFC, Duncan Donuts, TCBY, Little Caesars, and Pizza Hut are all places frequented by Hondurans. However, I have actually been surprised to learn that there are only 5 McDonald's in Tegus; thus, not many Hondurans eat at McDonald's. These restaurants came to Honduras following Hurricane Mitch in 1998. Apparently, the Honduran government wanted to boost up foreign investment in Honduras, so it gave foreign businesses a tax break to establish their business here. Interesting.
On Zoos
There is one zoo in Tegus, and it is very interesting. There are some "normal" zoo animals, such as peacocks, crocodiles, and monkeys. One "abnormal" thing about the monkeys: they are not all in their cages, but many walk on the outside of the cages, roaming freely. It was the closest I've ever been to a monkey before! The zoo also had some "abnormal" American zoo animals. Raccoons, ducks, and guinea pigs were all caged! I guess they're not frequently seen here, so that makes them more interesting.
On Water
Drinking water is always purified. Brushing teeth with the normal water is fine. The faucets here have intrigued me. The conclusion I have made is that only ONE faucet works on every sink. It's not always the same faucet. I don't know why, but that's the way things are. The water is always cool. So, for washing dishes, we use a strong soap to kill the bacteria and germs. We have a special hot-water-creater for the shower, so that's actually warm. The water in the washing machine is strongest in the morning. By the afternoon, it's a small trickle.
On Police
I haven't totally figured out my opinion of Honduran security personnel. However, I DO know that I have heard many stories of corrupt police (you can pay them if you get in an accident or get pulled over). Also, I know that my view of them does not escalate when they give a group of American females the stare-down, whistles, or say "piropos" to them.
*Piropos are pick-up lines, but when they're not used properly, they can be derogatory.
Ex. We frequently hear "mi amor" (my love) whispered as we walk by.
On Health Services
*Warning* If you are poor, never get seriously sick in Honduras.
Health services in Honduras are not good. I learned this from going to Hospital Escuela and seeing the conditions there. I learned this after only seeing a few ambulances (in a city of 1 million people) during my 2 months here. I learned this from talking with missionaries who told me that even if a ambulance does come, it will most likely take forever. People who actually want the guarantee of good medical service have to pay a company monthly, so that in the event that something does happen, a private ambulance will pick them up. What happened to valuing the sanctity of life?
On Honduran Culture
From what I've observed, Honduras does not have much of its own culture. There are very few - if any at all - famous singers, athletes, musicians, artists, or writers - from Honduras. Yes, there are the traditional Latin American artisans. However, there are no currently famous Hondurans who can act as a representative for the country. A lot of this, I have heard and tend to believe, is a cause of the American presence in Honduras. For more than 100 years, America has invested in Honduras, originally because of placing the Dole banana plantations on the North shore of Honduras. Now, America continues to invest in Honduras. Possibly the largest investment comes through Hondurans (in the US) sending money back to the "home country." El Salvador changed its currency to the US dollar, because there were more US dollars in the country than their national currency.
On Work
It doesn't surprise me that many Hondurans (around 20%??) don't make more than $1 a day. They sell produce, used shoes, clothing, or jewelry. I don't blame them for selling these things - I would, too - but Who is shopping?
There has got to be a better way.
On Work Ethic
This may be a contradiction to what I just said above, but in general, Hondurans do not demonstrate the highest work ethic. Although El Salvador is a poor country, it is known for its strong work ethic. This, according to a Honduran, allows the country to make more money each year. Sometimes, taxi drivers here will refuse to take you, because you refuse to pay a ridiculous price for their services. In reality, if they would take the job (even if it didn't pay a ton) they would earn more money, because they wouldn't just be sitting idly.
Music in Honduras is not the typical Latin American deal. Instead of Ranchera music or Latin pop, Reggaeton is what's usually played. Daddy Yankee is one of the popular singers. So, when one is riding the city bus, a taxi, a colectivo, or is just walking in the street, the music that will be played is Reggaeton. Although it's definitely not my favorite type of music, I have come to appreciate it enough so that I might even miss not hearing it in the States!
On Restaurants
There are many fast-food places in Tegucigalpa. McDonald's, KFC, Duncan Donuts, TCBY, Little Caesars, and Pizza Hut are all places frequented by Hondurans. However, I have actually been surprised to learn that there are only 5 McDonald's in Tegus; thus, not many Hondurans eat at McDonald's. These restaurants came to Honduras following Hurricane Mitch in 1998. Apparently, the Honduran government wanted to boost up foreign investment in Honduras, so it gave foreign businesses a tax break to establish their business here. Interesting.
On Zoos
There is one zoo in Tegus, and it is very interesting. There are some "normal" zoo animals, such as peacocks, crocodiles, and monkeys. One "abnormal" thing about the monkeys: they are not all in their cages, but many walk on the outside of the cages, roaming freely. It was the closest I've ever been to a monkey before! The zoo also had some "abnormal" American zoo animals. Raccoons, ducks, and guinea pigs were all caged! I guess they're not frequently seen here, so that makes them more interesting.
On Water
Drinking water is always purified. Brushing teeth with the normal water is fine. The faucets here have intrigued me. The conclusion I have made is that only ONE faucet works on every sink. It's not always the same faucet. I don't know why, but that's the way things are. The water is always cool. So, for washing dishes, we use a strong soap to kill the bacteria and germs. We have a special hot-water-creater for the shower, so that's actually warm. The water in the washing machine is strongest in the morning. By the afternoon, it's a small trickle.
On Police
I haven't totally figured out my opinion of Honduran security personnel. However, I DO know that I have heard many stories of corrupt police (you can pay them if you get in an accident or get pulled over). Also, I know that my view of them does not escalate when they give a group of American females the stare-down, whistles, or say "piropos" to them.
*Piropos are pick-up lines, but when they're not used properly, they can be derogatory.
Ex. We frequently hear "mi amor" (my love) whispered as we walk by.
On Health Services
*Warning* If you are poor, never get seriously sick in Honduras.
Health services in Honduras are not good. I learned this from going to Hospital Escuela and seeing the conditions there. I learned this after only seeing a few ambulances (in a city of 1 million people) during my 2 months here. I learned this from talking with missionaries who told me that even if a ambulance does come, it will most likely take forever. People who actually want the guarantee of good medical service have to pay a company monthly, so that in the event that something does happen, a private ambulance will pick them up. What happened to valuing the sanctity of life?
On Honduran Culture
From what I've observed, Honduras does not have much of its own culture. There are very few - if any at all - famous singers, athletes, musicians, artists, or writers - from Honduras. Yes, there are the traditional Latin American artisans. However, there are no currently famous Hondurans who can act as a representative for the country. A lot of this, I have heard and tend to believe, is a cause of the American presence in Honduras. For more than 100 years, America has invested in Honduras, originally because of placing the Dole banana plantations on the North shore of Honduras. Now, America continues to invest in Honduras. Possibly the largest investment comes through Hondurans (in the US) sending money back to the "home country." El Salvador changed its currency to the US dollar, because there were more US dollars in the country than their national currency.
On Work
It doesn't surprise me that many Hondurans (around 20%??) don't make more than $1 a day. They sell produce, used shoes, clothing, or jewelry. I don't blame them for selling these things - I would, too - but Who is shopping?
There has got to be a better way.
On Work Ethic
This may be a contradiction to what I just said above, but in general, Hondurans do not demonstrate the highest work ethic. Although El Salvador is a poor country, it is known for its strong work ethic. This, according to a Honduran, allows the country to make more money each year. Sometimes, taxi drivers here will refuse to take you, because you refuse to pay a ridiculous price for their services. In reality, if they would take the job (even if it didn't pay a ton) they would earn more money, because they wouldn't just be sitting idly.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Atypical Days
How do I process what has just happened? This is my feeble attempt. However, let me add that I don't process things quickly, so this is only one small step to making sense of an experience.
I went downtown last night to meet my family's Compassion child. I was nervous about going - not so much because I was nervous about what I was going to say - but I was worried about going to El Centro by myself at night. However, I paid almost $5 for a taxi, so I got to the hotel fine. I know I was also a bit nervous about the whoel encounter, because I had such high expectations for it.
I got to the hotel, went up to the room, and no one was there. However, as I came back to the lobby, a younger man looked at me affirmingly and said something. I took a double-take at the man, and he said "It's her." He pointed and said "there's the boy." I looked and saw a handsome 12-year old boy wearing a Puma shirt and blue slacks. He had the hugest, sweetest smile.
We spent about 2 hours getting to know each other in the hotel lobby. He prefers to be called Enrique. In fact, the project director called him "que-quito," (I think). It's the endearing form of "little Enrique." It was neat to see the relationship between the project director and Enrique. It's clear that Enrique sees him as a male adult figure, and I'm guessing that the director even acts as a sort of Dad for many of the project kids. I was very impressed.
I didn't sleep normally last night, because I was so excited to see him again in the morning. I got together some extra goodies - gum, candy, a bracelet, etc. - that I had in the house that I thought he might enjoy. He did!
After a misunderstanding, we wound up waiting for each other in different places for at least an hour. However, we finally met, ate at McDonalds, and went to Picacho (the Jesus statue that overlooks the city). That was great, because it was something I had been wanting to do.
Then came time to say goodbye. I didn't want to do it. I wanted to talk more and get to know him better. Although I can speak Spanish fairly well, it's still my 2nd language, so sometimes I don't think of things to say as easily as I would in English. (actually, this is the case most of the time). Nevertheless, we took a final picture, gave each other a big hug, and said goodbye.
Where does this leave me? I don't know. I will definitely write him letters - because they can be more meaningful to me and to him. It seems like he's really well taken care of at the Compassion project there in La Entrada. I would like to visit.
For now, I'm left with joy for seeing Enrique, sadness for leaving him, and a heart that deeply wants to impact individual children's lives. It only takes ONE person to do that.
I went downtown last night to meet my family's Compassion child. I was nervous about going - not so much because I was nervous about what I was going to say - but I was worried about going to El Centro by myself at night. However, I paid almost $5 for a taxi, so I got to the hotel fine. I know I was also a bit nervous about the whoel encounter, because I had such high expectations for it.
I got to the hotel, went up to the room, and no one was there. However, as I came back to the lobby, a younger man looked at me affirmingly and said something. I took a double-take at the man, and he said "It's her." He pointed and said "there's the boy." I looked and saw a handsome 12-year old boy wearing a Puma shirt and blue slacks. He had the hugest, sweetest smile.
We spent about 2 hours getting to know each other in the hotel lobby. He prefers to be called Enrique. In fact, the project director called him "que-quito," (I think). It's the endearing form of "little Enrique." It was neat to see the relationship between the project director and Enrique. It's clear that Enrique sees him as a male adult figure, and I'm guessing that the director even acts as a sort of Dad for many of the project kids. I was very impressed.
I didn't sleep normally last night, because I was so excited to see him again in the morning. I got together some extra goodies - gum, candy, a bracelet, etc. - that I had in the house that I thought he might enjoy. He did!
After a misunderstanding, we wound up waiting for each other in different places for at least an hour. However, we finally met, ate at McDonalds, and went to Picacho (the Jesus statue that overlooks the city). That was great, because it was something I had been wanting to do.
Then came time to say goodbye. I didn't want to do it. I wanted to talk more and get to know him better. Although I can speak Spanish fairly well, it's still my 2nd language, so sometimes I don't think of things to say as easily as I would in English. (actually, this is the case most of the time). Nevertheless, we took a final picture, gave each other a big hug, and said goodbye.
Where does this leave me? I don't know. I will definitely write him letters - because they can be more meaningful to me and to him. It seems like he's really well taken care of at the Compassion project there in La Entrada. I would like to visit.
For now, I'm left with joy for seeing Enrique, sadness for leaving him, and a heart that deeply wants to impact individual children's lives. It only takes ONE person to do that.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Directions + Christy + Honduras = ????
For those of you who know me well (or maybe at all) you know that I am not the most directionally-inclined person you've ever met.
Imagine me trying to give directions to a taxi service on the phone, in Spanish, in a city where where are no street signs. Directions go something like this: I live in Rio Grande, by Loarque. Go straight on the big hill, until you come to the end. Take a right. Go about 3 or 4 blocks. Take a left by a little tiendita (corner store). My house is at the end of the street and on the left. It's green. (We have no house numbers, to my knowledge).
I wound up telling the taxi service that I would wait at the corner of my street and the main street. I'm not sure if our understanding of "calle principal" (main street) is the same. I guess we'll see? It's quite possible I'll be late for meeting my Compassion child.
Enough said? Maybe I'm not the taxi service's easiest customer. :-)
Imagine me trying to give directions to a taxi service on the phone, in Spanish, in a city where where are no street signs. Directions go something like this: I live in Rio Grande, by Loarque. Go straight on the big hill, until you come to the end. Take a right. Go about 3 or 4 blocks. Take a left by a little tiendita (corner store). My house is at the end of the street and on the left. It's green. (We have no house numbers, to my knowledge).
I wound up telling the taxi service that I would wait at the corner of my street and the main street. I'm not sure if our understanding of "calle principal" (main street) is the same. I guess we'll see? It's quite possible I'll be late for meeting my Compassion child.
Enough said? Maybe I'm not the taxi service's easiest customer. :-)
5A - My Class
Juan 
Mario 
Josseline
Rebeca 
Sofia
Vilma
Lissa 
Maria 
Marlon
Monica 
Oscar 
Fernando
Francis 
German 
Joan 
Kyle 
Cindy 
Cristhian 
Daniel 
Eduardo 
Ester 
Alejandro 
Alex 
Andrea 
Arleth 
Ayleen
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