ENGLIS VERSION
In a previous post, I told you about my visit to a "escogida de tabaco", that is, a building, either wood or masonry, dedicated to the selection of dried leaves.
These "escogidas de tabaco" have the characteristic that more than ninety percent of the total workers are women, most of them not so young anymore. Although there are some younger ones.
In a tour of Buena Vista, one of the oldest neighborhoods of the territory, I entered out of curiosity to the chosen of this place to see again closely the work of these women.
After requesting permission to access the place, I was impressed with the first glance and the number of women who work there in different functions.
There I felt how in that place apparently peaceful on the outside, inside is a constant movement of hands, quick and calculated nods that synchronously connects all parts of the working body
. I was able to establish conversation with some of the workers, but none, despite paying full attention to me, stopped doing their work. Which basically consists of having their hands cv constantly in motion while selecting the leaves by "classes".
In a previous post, I told you about my visit to a "escogida de tabaco", that is, a building, either wood or masonry, dedicated to the selection of dried leaves.
These "escogidas de tabaco" have the characteristic that more than ninety percent of the total workers are women, most of them not so young anymore. Although there are some younger ones.
In a tour of Buena Vista, one of the oldest neighborhoods of the territory, I entered out of curiosity to the chosen of this place to see again closely the work of these women.
After requesting permission to access the place, I was impressed with the first glance and the number of women who work there in different functions.
There I felt how in that place apparently peaceful on the outside, inside is a constant movement of hands, quick and calculated nods that synchronously connects all parts of the working body
. I was able to establish conversation with some of the workers, but none, despite paying full attention to me, stopped doing their work. Which basically consists of having their hands cv constantly in motion while selecting the leaves by "classes".
These are the ones who work on the "benches". Others are dedicated to collect the piles of selected leaves by work station to take them to the "reviser's station", a kind of control point that gives the go-ahead to the inner work.
The reviser's post is almost always held by men; and in this case there were several men there who, as soon as the bundles of dry leaves fell on the table, crumbled them in search of the patterns that they know how to use as gauges.
Other women were busy "fitting" the bundles of tobacco into large cardboard boxes.
But in that rhythm and apparent inner chaos, everything is harmonious.
Just as I wasbeginning my visit, as a curious walker, a small cultural brigade arrived.
That soon got into a good rhythm, because there was guitar and bongo, plus the accompaniment with hands and instruments at the work stations. And someone who was also like me, went out to play a little pasillo with one of the workers. This day was really a day of learning, recreation and a bit of fun. And it also helped me to change a little the map, the routine, this boring companion of the day to day.
If you want, on the next trip of disconnection I invite you and we spend a different day.
Thanks for joining m
Text translated with Deelp translator.
Photos taken with my tecno
spark.
VERSION EN ESPAÑOL
En un post anterior, les conté de mi visita a una "escogida de tabaco, o sea, una edificación, ya sea de madera o mampostería dedicada a la selección de las hojas secas.
Estas escogidas de tabaco, tienen las características de que más de noventa porciento del total de trabajadores don mujeres, en la mayoría personas ya no tan jóvenes. Aunque hay algunas de menor edad.
En un recorrido por Buena Vista, uno de los barrios más antiguos del territorio, entre por curiosidad a la escogida de este lugar para volver a ver de cerca el laboreo de estas mujeres.
Después de pedir el permiso pertinente para acceder al local, quede impresionado con el primer golpe de vista y la cantidad de mujeres que allí laboran en diferentes funciones.
Allí sentí como en aquel lugar aparentemente apacible por fuera, por dentro es un movimiento constante de manos, Cabeceos rápidos y calculado que conecta sincronizadamente todas las partes del cuerpo laboral
Pude establecer conversación con algunas de las obreras, pero ninguna, a pesar de prestarme toda su atención, dejo de realizar su trabajo. Que básicamente consiste en tener las manos cv constantemente en movimiento mientras seleccionan las hojas por "clases"
Estas son las que trabajan en" los bancos". Otras se dedican a recoger por puesto de trabajo las pilas de hojas seleccionadas para llevarlas al puesto del" revisado", una especie de punto de control que da el visto bueno a la labor interior.
El puesto del revisado casi siempre ejercen hombres; y en este caso había varios allí que nada más los bultos de hojas secas caen sobre la mesa, los desmenuzaban en busca de los patrones que ellos saben utilizar como medidores.
Otras mujeres se dedicaban a "encajar" los bultos de tabaco en grandes cajas de cartón.
Pero en aquel ritmo y aparente caos interior, todo es armónico.
En el momento en que yo cadi ter
minaba mi visita, dé caminante curioso, llego una pequeña brigadita cultural
Aquello al poco tiempo cogió buen ritmo, pues había guitarra y bongo, más el acompañamiento con manos e instrumentos en los puestos de trabajo. Y alguien que también estaba como yo, salió ahechar un pasillito con una de las trabajadoras,
En fin. Que realmente este día fue de aprendizaje, esparcimiento y un poco de diversión. Y además que me sirvió para cambiarle un poco el mapa, la rutina, esta aburrida compañera del día a día.
Si quieres, en el próximo viaje de desconexión los invito y pasamos un día diferente.
Gracias por acompañarme
Texto traducido con Deelp traductor.
Fotos tomadas con mi tecno spark
