Sunday, November 14, 2010

Coca plant

Coca Plant

Hello my name is Diego and this is a picture my friends and I found. It’s a picture of a field of coca plants. It reminds me of my families’ coca farm. We found this as we were walking through the jungle carrying our bags of coca leaves so we can make cocaine. It’s a shame these leaves are used for something like this, but it also reminds me of all the good things they are good for, like tea. I’m so tired these men work us to the bone making this horrible thing, but I know I need the money so I have to do what they say even if it is going to hurt someone. I miss my old home, I miss my mother and sister I even miss that horrible prison.

Yours truly,


Allison S. F7I

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

My pics

My first photo is taken inside my home. It's where I live with mother and my little sister Corina. The second picture is of my favourite food, chupe. Ever since I left the prison, I've been missing my chupe more and more. The third shot is of coca leaves. My parents used to harvest coca leaves back on the farm where we used to live until my parents were sent to prison. The fourth image is my country flag. The bolivian flag. It's hard to say i'm a proud bolivian because my family is very poor and we live in prison. Finally, the last photo. It is a photo of the few bolivianos I used to earn each day. Well thats all of the pictures I have taken so far. I hope to take many more in future years.

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The Coca Plant

Hi. I am Diego. This is a picture of a coca plant. Me and my family used to farm coca plants, before Mama and Papa were framed on that bus for smuggling coca paste. The work wasn't too hard and it was deffinitly better than our circumstances now. I wish we could go back there but it will be another 13 years before we are let out of prison. This picture is important to me. It reminds me of what we used to have and what we will have 13 years from now.


My Old Life

I was walking through the village when I found these pictures. They make me feel homesick. One of them reminds me of Corina. It makes me wonder how she is coping without me. Dose Corina still go to daycare, or has she to become a taxi for smaller lodes? Has mama went to go see papa and found out I left? The other photo reminds me of my village. I wonder how much has changed. I love all the noise that the market made. I would love to go back there now. I want to go home, even if it's in a prison.


This is the womens prison of Belivia. the wemons prison of Belivia is my home because my parents were arested for smuggleing cocain even tought it wasint them. the jail is dark and the sell is small and it hardly fits the three of us. the food is gros and I half to work to uptain the sell for my mother and sister. Robin

Street Vendors

Hola, i'm Diego, I live in the Cochabamba women's prison. This is miss Joesephean, one of the many street vendors. Sometimes when I run errands for her, she in return gives me fresh vegetables for my mother,my little sister Karina, and I. Once and a while I work as a street vendor selling baby clothes that my mother makes. I have to watch out for the police because I don't have a license to sell goods on the street. Mostly the tourists buy the clothes but I still don't make much money. I need to work as a taxi because the women can't leave the prison and my family needs money to pay rent for our cell. Well, i must go now and return to my errands. Adios!

Coca Farm

Hi I'm Diego I'm 12 years old and I'm from Bolivia. This is a picture taken years ago on my family's coca farm. Currently I live in a women's prison with my mom and sister and my dad lives close by in the men's prison. My family got caught smuggling cocaine on a bus but it wasn't my family we got framed. This picture means a lot to me because this is one of my only treasures left from my old life. Whenever times get tough in my life of poverty and living in jail i look at this picture and it reminds me when everything was easy and happy and my mama and papa were not so stressed for money and Carina never cried. I can barely remember running threw the coca and playing with papa and coming home for a great supper made my mama. I can't wait to get out of this horrible jail and to go back to my my old wonderful life because I don't think I can survive in this jail much longer
By: Nathan