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Alejandro

is now exactly three months ago that we Alejandro and Rosa with their four children left behind in La Oroya. They were waving in November 2008 before the house and watched as the exotic visitors from Germany drove away again. Back then we were driven away with very mixed feelings about this family that we had attended for ten days. Too much we had our film work, the interviews that provide insight into the sad reality of La Oroya with Alejandro's and Rosa's history is connected. We drove away with the knowledge that two of the four children have high lead and arsenic levels in the blood. That this is very dangerous. That Alejandro lose his job at Doe Run to the end of the year would. The fact that Rosa has even a suspicion of cancer and knew nothing about it. No money for a proper diagnosis. No money for a lengthy treatment.

now - three months later - we are back. Standing in front of the gray house with the sunken roof, the rickety wooden door is ajar. We knock. "Pink Lady ...?" We cry. And again, this time louder, "! Señora Rosa

Rosa comes out of the dark room in the yard. It bears the same green knit sweater as three months ago, the same blue wool trousers. On his head a purple bobble hat. Suddenly we feel like we were never gone away, had never celebrated Christmas in Germany, lived through the year, so many very different experiences had. We are back in the dirty yard of the lines dropped the wet clothes, the pink is washed for a small fee for neighbors. away from over, just across the road and the river, as ever, roaring noise of the metal giant industrial plant. Doe Run Peru. Is ailing the smelter there, defiant, stubborn, as so long. Measures to modernize the system to almost one hundred years of its existence only learn the bare necessities. The riesiege chimney blows acrid, pungent smoke over to us. We know from our report in November, which is a toxic mixture for the one that tilts like a bell over the city, enters houses, nose, eyes and lungs. The mountains make it bare and gray. The people it makes you sick. "Lead in Blood" - that was the title of our report in November, and Rosa's children were our protagonists.

Rosa for the calendar with the memories, we bought her, no head. Too much push the actual events to action. "My Man is very ill, Señorita. Come inside. "We are pushing in the musty, dark hut. The gray wooden floorboards creak. The broken window is curtained with an old plastic bag. The room has two beds, where rough wool blankets piled on. The air smells damp and stale. The floor is dirty. Booms in the background a radio. Alejandro sits in on itself down to the bed. He still carries the white-green tracksuit Doe Run Company - the company that employed him for years as an employee in the so-called afforestation team to a pittance. Health insurance, job protection and workers rights exclusive. The company, which his children with their vast amounts of toxic, smelly exhaust fumes causes illness. The company, which has put him in December without cause, together with 65 other workers on the street. The company, which for him means only hope and the abyss the same time. Now he sits and moves slowly over large sombrero on his head: "Look here, Señorita ..." Where were three months ago, still tight, dark curls, is now a shaved head. Above the left ear is emblazoned a large, rectangular scar. "You have opened my head. They gave me a tumor surgically removed. "Four weeks ago this was much more he knows about his illness is not to say. Of which he knows nothing. Only that it hurts does, that he understands. And that's scary. Very afraid.

Now he is back at home. Rosa told of the debt that they had to do to pay for the surgery and hospital costs. Written on the faces of the two is concerned. Elian and Juan, who look two youngest children to enter on the ground. Alejandro feels slain. He is not good. Since this morning he again dizziness, violent headaches. His face is pale, his forces are not even to lift his head. We express Rosa 150 Soles in hand, everything we have just in the wallet. It is to her husband as soon as possible bring to the clinic in Huancayo. He needs medical treatment. If we do not know much else about his condition - that is obvious. "Gracias, Señorita. Gracias ... "said Rosa, and sweeps her daughter's embarrassment over his head.

We leave the house. Standing on the street. Look at the industrial plant over. Doe Run Peru. La Oroya. Metallurgical capital of South America. What a travesty. Helplessness comes over us. Mourning. Frustration. And anger. Concentrated fury.

Why does no one was against this death? How can it be that all know that this facility, this place, one of the ten most polluted places on this planet, making people sick, and nothing happened? How can it be that the company enters huge profits and directly opposite, not two hundred yards away, people die from the fumes of this company? I wanted to provoke the Peruvian Minister of the Environment at that time, in November, when I asked him if the people really live in La Oroya by this industrial plant, or whether they die but not this. How cruel was entitled to that question, I shall now, before the house of Rosa and Alejandro, aware once again with clarity and precision.