Someone stole our stuff!

This entry should have been written towards the end of June, but at the time we were too busy and there was no time for blogging. But since this is the story of our return to Colombia, this is a chapter that has got to be written.

It was Friday, the 25th of June. We had organized with the customs broker (whom was going to deliver all our stuff coming from Australia to our house) to deliver the move first time on Saturday morning. But then we got a call from the managing director of the company to tell us that…. Wait. Not everybody knows our process to try and bring our things to Colombia.

When we made the decision to return, we decided to move back only the most important stuff. Why? Because bringing household items back to Colombia (and especially from Australia) is unbelievably expensive. First, Colombian law specifies a levy of almost 30% (15% flat tax and 14% VAT) on the valuation of the items. Additionally there are clear –though arbitrary (for example, one can bring three a/c units, but only one computer, one typewriter (seriously?), or one TV set)- rules on what items a Colombian citizen trying to reside back in the Country can brought in. I naively thought wanting to come back to “chip-in” for the country was an idea supported by the government. Someone even told me there was actual policy on trying to bring back to Colombia “runaway brains”. But it was not correct. The letter of the law reads like every citizen trying to come back is trying to smuggle household items into the Country. Colombia has a culture of evading the law and that makes you feel treated as a potential criminal for following the rules and regulations. In here one is guilty until proven otherwise. Why would someone –after living overseas for over two years- want to smuggle some second hand items in? Wouldn’t it be possible people were trying to continue with their lives? Anyway, there was also the fact that finding information about moving back to the country was a challenge. The consulates don’t really help, information is scarce, difficult to understand and, sometimes, even contradictory. Second, shipping stuff into the country is very expensive. About US$1,000 –by sea- per cubic meter from Sydney to Bogota, and an important part of the freight was the Buenaventura (a seaport in the Pacific Ocean) to Bogota leg.

Therefore, we decide to sell or give away most of our stuff and chose to bring only what had sentimental value or what was going to make the girl’s settling easier. Travel mementos, books, pictures, almost all of Emma’s bedroom, presents received, toys, etc. If it was valuable to us it was in one of the thirteen boxes. If it wasn’t it was left back in Australia. And then, after the priceless help of our friend Gloria to have everything safely packed, on March 20^th the company picked up the move from our house in Sydney. ETA into Bogota: End of May.

Our stuff actually made it into Buenaventura at the end of May. After going through the customs inspection and nationalization process (essentially payment of the levy) the shipment was ready to be sent to Bogota on June 20^th. As the presidential elections were held on June 21^st across the country, the broker decided –for security reasons- to delay transport for a few days. And on June 24^th the truck left Buenaventura towards Bogota, where it was expected about noon on the 25^th. And it did made it to Bogota: a couple of kilometers inside the city a group of people wearing army uniforms stopped the truck, dropped off the driver and stole it. And with it all of our stuff; it made a 15000 Kilometer trip to be lost four or five kilometers from its destination.

This is where we go back to the call from the manager of the customs broker. It was Friday afternoon and we were driving into a local mall when the mobile rings and she tells us the news. Our reaction? Baffled first, then incredulity and some anger, followed by deep sadness and helplessness. Who would want to steal our clothes? Where will our wedding pictures going to end up? Are they going to use the girls’ cot? Etc. Also, is someone going to use our documents to commit some type of fraud? (Every confidential piece of paper was in one of the boxes) . We only wanted to come back to help, hopefully make a difference. That is why we ask: Does anyone have an idea of why this happened to us?

Bubbles

We all live a different reality. Influencing factors like culture, education and the environment tend to homogenize realities across individuals with common backgrounds, but can also create chasms from small differences. That explains why some totalitarian regimes spend so much effort in crushing dissidents; they do create the cracks that break open the reality to their fellow citizens. But today’s purpose is not to go into such touchy and complex subject. It is to talk a bit more about the reality we choose for ourselves.

As I mentioned in my previous post (The Trough of Disillusionment) right now our reality is not what we expected or wanted. Our point of view is biased by our experiences overseas, and mainly by the fact we became parents in a different culture, where respect towards others is a daily occurrence and is understood as a building block for a better society. And since parenthood is arguably the largest change a person goes through in their lifetime, our reality changed completely in October 2007. That may be why it is so difficult for us to reconcile the idea we had of Colombia with what we have found.

What we have found is a society (like all, but greatly magnified) with many realities. But in this particular case we can equate realities with bubbles. Each person lives in his or her own bubble and believes that is the extent of the world. “It happens everywhere” some would say; that is correct, but here the bubble becomes and armor to protect and isolate oneself from the world. Furthermore, it obscures mi view and the less I see outside the better my bubble is. That is why, for me, Colombia is not a country with 40 million people; it is a region with 40 million bubbles. Every person wants things their own way only, and would only open their bubble to let in the people they care about. That is way an unknown Colombian is rude, intolerant and lacks culture. But as soon as we open up our bubble and let you in we become warm, lovely, interesting and good friends. The best thing that can happen to you when in dire straits is to have a Colombian friend at your side; the worst is to have an unknown Colombian in front of you.  Some of these words may sound harsh, but are not far from the truth, unfortunately.

I don’t want my bubble to become obscure. I want to keep knowing that my acts have consequences to other people, that from my actions derive the reactions I get; that in the same way I look up to some people living better than I do I should not forget there are millions that live worse off; that we all need to chip in to make a better world. I don’t want to forget that treating others with due respect and generosity make a better society. What I don’t know right now is if I can survive in this culture without letting my bubble become obscure. And that is a dilemma that tears my heart in half. But I know I want to keep popping bubbles, helping others see further than what is evident. And to do that I need to –everyday- keep a clear view which should solve my dilemma. 

Anyway, Do you know how obscure is your own bubble?