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The daily walk and run on the beach allowed Máxima to realize the slaughter that was made of the manta rays and eels. The number of stingrays killed could be counted by the heads that appeared in the sand and the eels because they woke up dead or dying. These two species were not bought by local merchants, but there was a shrewd Peruvian buyer who had two businesses, bringing contraband and sometimes drugs from Peru and bringing the headless manta rays from Ecuador. The shells of the beach that appeared in piles in seasons, became the main entertainment of the tourists, who daily walked the beach from Same, their colors or shapes were a source of curiosity and amazement. But the sea from time to time came floods that hit the barrier of the Tonchigue boardwalk, invaded the street reaching the house or collapsed the rocks of the cliffs, even preventing the passage, when the tide was high. There were times when the sand turned completely black, that black sand full of titanium, was loot f

The first morning before entering work started at 11 a.m. and it ended at 7pm. it was running on the beach. The sun was just beginning to clear, when dozens of boats that had gone out fishing all night arrived. Impulsively he went to help fishermen push their boats. Some with fishing and others with almost nothing. -Thank you, doctor- said one of the fishermen who immediately gave him three prawns. Máxima ordered the prawns with one of her neighbors, and she returned to the beach to run to Same, the neighboring beach,  It was a 3 km route that had on one side the sea, which erased the beach with the rise of the tide and on the other side rocks. Almost in the middle was a beautiful almond tree protected from the tide by a stone wall. It was the ideal place to practice some yoga exercises and then meditate. Time passed very quickly, she could not reach Same. She took the way back. At a hurried pace, she reached the dispensary, where at the moment she only had a mattress on the floor, a s

After that meeting of the Peasant Organization plus the poor housing conditions, the mosquitoes, the bats, the antipathy it aroused among the drug traffickers, the loggers, and the peasants who wanted to legalize their properties in the Reserve, many of which were their patients, a tense environment was created  In December he received an offer to work in Tonchigue in a new dispensary for fishermen. The sea was one of his loves in life, being close to it was what he most wanted, while he was working in Esmeraldas, but in Tres Vías or the Boca de Rio Sucio, the sea was not present. Without hesitation, he made the decision to go there. It was not difficult to pack up and say goodbye to his patients in Boca del Sucio, and Tres Vías, he thought that his departure was a relief for everyone. The new dispensary was in Tonchgue, a parish in the Canton of Atacames, where there was the largest fishing community in southern Esmeraldas. His father, his mother and she lived in Atacámes, just 30 min

Returning to Puerto Nuevo was more difficult than expected, malaria was complicated by ocular herpes, produced by the urine of bats. The loss of his defenses during convalescence facilitated that rare infection. This caused intense pain in his eyes accompanied by loss of sight in one of them. The ocular herpes is incurable and could only alleviate the irritation, or the copious tearing with medicines, he knew that after the treatment, when his defenses diminish again, he would return In those days, he managed to reunite the health promoters and old members of the Peasant Organization, who learned of the return of Father Julio from Italy, while he was there, he sent money to keep cows and pigs on the farm, now he would return together with Father Gracia, for that reunion on August 27, 2012. That day there was a parade, the old members and their extended families arrived, mounted on horseback, in buses, trucks, with banners. The caravan was a kilometer long. At the rebirth of the Peasant

That night, while the chill announced a relentless fever, between reality and delirium, in the front bed a feverish patient like her got up to go to the bathroom, but lost her balance and hit her head on the edge of her bed. The doctors and nurses turned on the lights, it was early morning. They were upset, they made resurrection maneuvers in a hurry "She died," said the doctor on duty, his face contorted. The nurses lost their haste, they froze in front of the corpse. Maxima, who had a fever of 41 degrees, could not tell if what was happening was real or not. When the sun and breakfast came, the patient who hit his head was no longer on the front bed. "Wait a minute, don't eat anything yet, doctor, we're going to take a blood sample," said the doctor who was treating her and came to visit. "Yesterday I saw the patient in the front die," said Máxima. If you don't give me antimalarials now, I can die too, I feel very weak. -You do not have malar

The meeting in one of the Tres Vías restaurants with the representatives of the Ministry of the Environment brought together the most influential figures of the community. We are here to tackle the problem of illegal timber trafficking. We know that the wood is stolen from the Mache Chindul Reserve, which is the property of all Ecuadorians, because it is a protected area. That the wood goes down the rivers, Sucio, Repartidero, Sálima and Cojimíes. We want to stop this illegal traffic and we need your cooperation. We will carry out an operation with the national army, we want to thank Dr. Máxima for her cooperation. At that moment, the president of the parish council, and most of the attendees looked at the doctor with a look between surprise, anger, and discontent. Máxima felt rejected by the attendees, since apparently everyone was involved in this illegal activity. The doctor's father told her that in Esmeraldas province, illegal logging and drug trafficking were the two most pro

His father told him that he had to accompany emergency patients to the hospital and make sure that they should be admitted and even intervene in the immediate diagnosis and treatment within the emergency room, even if the hospital doctors were uncomfortable, because of, On the contrary, the patient was not given the appropriate treatment and what is worse, they return it. He told her that an old homeless man was beaten and burned by some villains from one of the nearby towns because he came to ask them for something. They, drunk, first got him drunk and then burned him alive. The nurse at the hospital where he was working covered the burned with gauze over a large part of the body, which should not be done, as they stick to the burned skin. the old man had head trauma, he was disoriented, badly rehydrated. He personally removed the gauze in front of the upset nurse and put a hypertonic solution on her to avoid the sequestration of salt, that day it was not his job to attend to patients

Again at the Tres Vías dispensary, Dr. Máxima was called urgently to see a serious patient. It was about a famous person in town who had had a stroke. After taking her blood pressure and stabilizing the patient by reducing her pressure, using medications and physical means, she recommended to the family members their immediate transfer to the IESS hospital in Esmeraldas. At the time when he was about to embark with the patient to accompany them, he remembered the words of his father who told him that an emergency patient must always be accompanied to the hospital, because if he goes in a private vehicle or in a ambulance, generally those who carry it do not know what to do if it gets complicated on the road. But the most serious thing is that if he arrives at the hospital, usually who receives him is a student who is doing internships in emergencies, and what he is going to do is send the patient back home. They are generally boys who, because they wear the apron and have made some sut

At 6 p.m., Máxima was back in Puerto Nuevo, which seemed to her a peaceful town, since most of the settlers were peasants who went during the day to take care of their animals and their farms. That afternoon, as never before, the Sucio River seemed cleaner than usual, since it was usually full of sticks, and more things that she dragged from her. At 6 pm Máxima was back in Puerto Nuevo, which seemed to her a peaceful town. , since most of the settlers were peasants who went during the day to take care of their animals and their farms. That afternoon, as never before, the Sucio River seemed cleaner than usual, since it was usually full of sticks, and more things that it dragged from its origin in the Mache-Chindul Mountains. She went to the shore where the children crossed the river to get to the school and she put in her well. The water seemed delicious, she had a warm temperature, the best to alleviate the hot suns that with deforestation tormented animals and humans. Then she went ba

  Back in Boca del Rio Sucio, Pedro, the man who took her every day on his tricycle from Puerto Nuevo to Boca del Dirty, an adult, fat man, with all the features of an Afro-descendant but with lighter skin, He told him what was happening at the Finca de la Urbanización Campesina while they were crossing it. "The Peasant Organization fell apart since the band-aids of Liberation Theology were taken out," he said while they were stopped on the road by some cows, who were waiting their turn to milking and have their milk drawn by hand. -When I pass that? - Maxima asked, adjusting her hat and glasses, while a furious swarm of cattle mosquitoes attacked them. - It was around 1985, more or less. In the times of Febres Cordero, the president who persecuted the Alfaro Vive Carajo and all the communists. One day they came to the home of the health promoters when we were in a course, they put us face down on the floor, they were looking everywhere for weapons. They took us outside to in

Máxima came to Bolívar in search of Bernard's son, who was the rural doctor at that dispensary. The town was surrounded by Don Buche's 200 hectares of shrimp pools. The sub-center that she looked very good, unlike the sad dispensary in which she worked, which was in Tres Vías, in a house that she had businesses on the first floor. and in the second, the place of attention to the affiliated to the Rural Social Security. The rural doctor from the dispensary was on annual leave, so she would be back in a fortnight. She took a boat that took her to the island of Porte, which is in front of her. A gentle and transparent estuary separated them. The jet skis from the Decameron Hotel were now racing through that estuary, which looked huge on the rock. The beach of Portete, were kilometers of palm trees, under which the backpackers had their tents and their bonfires, in front of a huge beach when the tide went out, with a turquoise sea and waves of white foam. On the island, there were

-How is your father? - Asked Bernard, the German who left his studies in physics at his university in Germany, put his backpack on his shoulder and traveled the world as a backpacker, until he arrived in Muisne in the 80's. Here he found a little woman from Quito, who was a lawyer, an island full of palm trees, with a blue green sea of ​​transparent waters, white crested waves, and even cows of a breed that no longer exists, the Spanish cow, brought by the conquerors, adapted to a tropical climate, that walked through the streets in a calm and peaceful way. It was an island without cars, with pedestrian streets of white sand or grass. A long mangrove and plank bridge linked the center with Barrio Bella Vista, which had a beautiful cove lined with palm trees at the mouth of the Muisne River. In front of it, Bunche, which was a beautiful and enormous mangrove swamp. The mangroves were a forest at the back of the island, and in front, on the other side of the peaceful estuary. The inh

We waited a few moments to see where the waves weren't breaking and in which direction they were breaking. I revved the engine and got on the crest of a wave, like when surfing, I would run at full throttle before the next wave comes, but we were surprised when the doctor was giving the injured man mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. -Doctor help. Drain the water quickly or we'll sink.- I told him. The doctor and two relatives of the wounded man who accompanied us began to draw the water from the boat at full speed, I went back to riding on the crest of another wave and we fell to the other side, but we stayed in the air, as if suspended, we even flew a three-meter drop, before hitting us again with the sea, but no longer raging waves. "Was the patient saved?" Asked Máxima, who did not blink, nor did she eat while Geraldo told her her story. - The patient lived until he was taken by ambulance to Quito. In the capital, after three weeks he died. -But he didn't finish tel

The mysterious don Geraldo   In Quito, Dra. Máxima and Sergio, the Argentine singer, were very busy that weekend. Máxima had to help her daughter with her homework and Sergio had an applause presentation at the House of Culture, which was attended by Máxima, her daughter and her parents. On Sunday night, Sergio accompanied her to the Quitumbe terminal, where he took a bus to Machala, where he would have another presentation before continuing her presentations in Peru. Máxima traveled overnight on a direct bus to Muisne. It was 7 in the morning when she arrived. She went to the dock to take a boat to the island. The boat in which she wanted to embark did not take her, she had the positions of her. She then she was approached by a man of medium height, well dressed. -Good morning miss, I'm going to Muisne in my boat. If you want, I'll take it. -What is your boat? -That blue yacht. -A big yacht, I see it. -What happens is that I make trips to Manta. -Well, I've never been on a

11. The tango singer While in her office, the news reached Máxima that a tourist from Mompiche had died of hemorrhagic dengue fever. Soon the Tres Vías office was full of patients from that town who were experiencing panic. With a young dentist, who was part of the team, they went to the community to make sure what the problem was, which seemed only a rumor, maybe the foreigner had died from other causes. Upon reaching the community, they visited the hotel where the deceased was staying. Like all the places in the area there were mosquitoes, during the day the Aedes aegypti and at night the Anopheles, which she knew well, because they besieged her in the home of the health promoters in Puerto Nuevo, where she lived. Upon arrival at the hotel there were no abnormalities, they searched the town looking for how people disposed of solid waste. There was a tire deposit, with the help of the community they made a bonfire in which they burned those tires, plastic containers, and other combust

MOMPICHE 2012 the beach of the Argentines After visiting the dispensaries, Máxima got to know the main communities in charge of her. The most famous was Mompiche, a beach that his father said was the best beach he knew when he traveled the coast from Bahia, in 1974, when he took a ranchera, which ran along the beach between San Vicente and Cojimíes because the roads were summer, this is dirt, with any rain they became muddy, in which the vehicles were trapped. He told him that even when he left San Vicente, the first part was on a summer road, in which the station wagon got stuck and since he was the passenger that the driver charged him for only half the ticket, he had to work for hours together with the driver's assistant, to unearth the station wagon, finally with the help of the passengers who were pushing it, they got out of the quagmire. After crossing the Chamanga Estuary from Cojimíes to Daule, she began a walk through pastures. The peasants told her to follow a path that s

9. Narco mar Boca del Sucio 2012 The first night sleeping alone in the home of the health promoters in Puerto Nuevo was a harbinger of how torturous it would be to live in that abandoned house, where the bats were the owners. She felt safe under that white canopy, but the bats would defecate or urinate on it, as if to indicate that it was unwelcome. The house did not have water but it had a well that had not been used for years, it was a lot of work to pump the dirty water with that hand pump until clean water comes out, luckily that day he was able to collect water from a copious downpour, which It fell during the night and leaked from the leaks in the meeting room, into the tanks they had in the kitchen unused for decades. At dawn after a night dealing with fleas, mosquitoes, and bats, she got a motor tricycle to take her to Boca del Sucio. The trip to Boca del Sucio seemed more beautiful than the trip to Tres Vías. It was along a dirt road, not the new paved road, on the way there w

Narcomar Daule 2012 Juan was the name of that old man who hosted Dr.Maxima in Daule 2012 When night came with a deafening sound of crickets, old Juan began to tell him about his life. -I killed some doctor. It all started when he was a child. My father abandoned us and my mother, who was a young and pretty woman, had a store where she sold everything, but what has been sold the most from then until now are Pílsener beer, cane liquor, like Frontera, the most popular in those times. A man who was not from the town and they said that he was a thug of a landowner, came to the store. My mother sold him the beers and the drink that she asked for, and he seemed to be celebrating something, I was only 7 years old, I was on the second floor of the store that was reached by a cat ladder, with two rods and sticks crossed, I was doing my homework with a diesel lighter, which gave that yellow light and the smoke served to combat the moth on the thatched roof of the house. My little sister was only