paredes y rejas.

Sitting here in the student computer lounge at Portantorchas I can't help but listen to the endless blaring of cars horns and the redundancy of sirens continuously wailing. It never stops. Praise the Lord there's not always dogs barking! I feel safe in my small apartment - the reassuring footsteps of the guy staff upstairs comfort me. Although beyond the iron gates there's a whole other world. One that doesn't speak English or treat each other with respect.
That world seems sad. In my walking around here I've been looking at the faces walk past and there's no expression of hope or joy. Eyes are tired. Mouth pouting. And lastly, feet shuffling.
It's clear to me now the different Christ makes. Living between these two different worlds it becomes clear, yet again. From hope to hopelessness, from expectation to settling for the way things are. Not everything is perfect inside these walls but there's the hope that one day it won't be "like this" that one day the whatever you're feeling or experiencing right now will be gone by the grace of God. Out there, not so much. Out there people don't expect better, in fact they most likely expect for whatever they have to be taken away.
In Canada most times, the contrast of the two worlds is often blurred because there isn't clear concrete (literally.. we're surrounded) lines that define or separate one world from the other. I think that's why I truly love traveling. I become aware of so much and am reminded of lessons I once learned but have forgotten over time.