to find the parents
.... Wednesday I got up that is quite early, as after two older girls Lima went to there to visit her parents. Her parents did have a good six months before the last time you visited the orphanage, but even in Lima, in the district where they once grew up, were not they both already for 14 years. But I was really excited to meet even the city of Lima to be allowed, you can not see more than ordinary tourists. We are so set off early, since we no longer than would be up for lunch on the road, because there in Callao not exactly can be dangerous. With nothing but an address in hand, we did, that is Tio Jose , Tia Sara, the two girls and I are on our way. We also had no phone numbers of parents, where you could have called if anything would. After 3 hours, since traffic in Lima was terrible once again we stood in front of the house in which to live, the mother said. Sorry had to turned out that they are no longer there for some time lives and so began the great search. From the address of the father who is separated from the mother, we had only the street name with which we could also start not much. So we had to ask us by then, and I felt like one of those bad RTL2 broadcast, in which people drive without a plan in foreign countries, in order to find her parents. We even managed to work his mother at a booth in the market out, but unfortunately she was not there that day also to be found. The two girls I felt really sorry , since one of them the disappointment in their faces looked more and more. When we had almost given up the search, a woman said that she knew the father and took us to his house where we found him actually. A short time later, the mother came over from the two and we went after we adopted from the father, with her. There, however, the two girls to see the disappointment was evident when she first saw how her mother lives. On the roof of another house, a few corrugated iron walls were erected and there the mother had rented a small room. In the room just fit the bed and some shelves on which they stowed their stuff. Later, the mother began to cry and tried to briefly explain their situation. Something was then pressed the Atmosphere on the way back, I think that this encounter the image of what the two had of her mother, but very heavily modified. They knew their mother after all, only by visiting the orphanage and told me on the way that they would take one day to her mother as she slowly in the village would find a bit boring. I think the two have now realized only once, but how well they actually have in the village.
The next morning I slept in the house completely arrived, asked me Tio Jose whether I would like to again today, he would immediately take Tia Sara to Lima, where visiting the parents of some children. I did not want to miss this chance, of course, my buns stuffed into his pocket and pulled me quickly to something reasonable. In Lima we met Tia Sara and drove to Villa El Salvador . Here again it was very different than in Callao. Sometimes the streets were not even paved and there were many dirt roads, as in Cieneguilla . Here I did not feel so uncomfortable but, as in Callao the day before. This time we had the correct address and had not by us ask. Arrived, we knocked on the door and a woman opened the door. We asked after the name of the father of the children, but said the woman, almost since he was 4 years no longer live here. But this could not be any, since the address was not even 1 year old. So we introduced ourselves and said we are from Westfalia until it was suddenly but that the Father is right there .... Well who knows what he is afraid, or against whom he must hide. Very sad, I found that the father could not tell us when his children were born. I do not understand how one can forget such a thing. We have no documents in the village of children, so that no one knows when the kids your birthday. Even at school or at the offices in Lima, there are problems when documents are missing. So that the children least able to celebrate their birthday, they have in the village just arbitrarily set a date that could fit maybe somehow.
These two visits have, I again made it clear that the children with whom I play here every day, without the children's village would probably, like so many other children here in Peru, are great in such circumstances. Back in the village, I had when I saw the little ones, whose family had just visited, the image of the father in the head and was glad that they are here with us well looked after and children in the village are.
(To protect the development of children will I use it in such reports, no names)
(... even if I prepare a lot, since last Tuesday Aksel is coming and we have 5 great weeks with us before) 
