This week work has progressed hugely at Jimbolia.
We've been pouring lots of concrete for the foundations of the Boys'
Home.
The concrete mixer we're using takes roughly a full bag of cement
per load, and about three buckets of water. It produces eight full
wheelbarrows of concrete each load, which I find quite impressive,
especially since it's my job to shift half of it in a slightly ancient
wheelbarrow.
Making a start on the mountain in the early morning.
Our biggest day so far was Tuesday (19 August).
With six of us working we used 53 bags of cement (that's 2.65 tonnes)
plus a huge pile of mixed sand and stones (some the size of a fist).
Also, bricks are thrown into the concrete simply to make up volume,
I presume since the trenches are a bit wider than necessary.
Young
Cosmin was a brick-chucking machine, moving an estimated 2 to 3
tonnes of bricks all by himself, and drawing blood at least four
times. He had plenty of source material to clamber over looking
for solid bricks.
At the end of the day I dropped him off at his home to clean up,
then he headed to the local Internet cafe (with his presumeably
slightly wealthier cousin) where he spent the whole night playing
network games. And that's where I found him on Wednesday morning
after not finding him at his pickup point or his apartment. At his
apartment I spoke to his mother, who only speaks Romanian. I found
myself asking (myself) "Did she really just say that Cosmin
was there the whole night?" He slept on the way to Jimbolia,
then put in another full day chucking more bricks around and wiring
reinforcing together for the cellar walls.
15 year old Cosmin is our sole volunteer Romanian worker at present,
and had a day off today (not surprisingly he's a little tired) but
he's going to have a surprise when he goes back to work. I managed
to puncture the tyre of his wheelbarrow trying to do his brick job
in his absence. D'oh!
The next step (maybe tomorrow if we've got more sand/stones by then)
is to pour the cellar walls.
In other news, we've finally got the Dacia running by towing it behind
Steve's van. So it runs, but it still won't start by itself. A little
more work needed, as well as reconnecting all the radiator hoses. In case
you hadn't caught up with all that, a certain young man (no, not me this
time) overheated it while driving back from Jimbolia to Timisoara. The
head has been off three times now, the last time with an hour and a half
or so of sanding to skim the bottom surface flat (mostly by me). It's
really good to know it still runs.
I've got about a week left on my visa. I'll head to Budapest, Hungary
to hopefully get a new one. Please pray that goes smoothly.
--
Ian.
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Early one morning, a streetkid (who claims to be 14 years old but looks
10, maybe 11 at a push) had really glazed eyes and was strangely hyper
(even more so than normal). He sounded very pleased with his latest
accomplishment: