27.01.2008 Tour La Paz - Coroico

La Paz and the bus with the best driver in the world and inside the bus

A cloudy day recieved our first trip of about 90 km, done in five hours approximately! It was a tough road. We were supposed to go through a "new" road which was much safer than the famous La Paz-Coroico's "DeAtH rOAd", named like that after all the people who died in cars and buses when they fell to the tremendous precipice in the middle of the Bolivian Andes. We were already a bit scared about those stories, but when we were in this "new" road we got terryfied. Many of us thought the workshop would end there, wondering how could that "DeAtH rOAd" be, considering that in this "safer" road we were very close to roll down the mountains.

Anyway, after spending hours on talking, sleeping, reading, listening to music, and the repetitive image of Elías focused on the road and trying to make us get to Coroico, we finally arrived. Inmediately you can feel the subtropical climate, you feel like all the seasons of the year are condensed in one day. Ah! and how could someone forget human's best friends: ¡mosquitos! they'll suck you up and you won't even notice. The whole town is at declive, for as it's settled at the side of the mountains. We arrived at the hotel, and it was all for us: rooms, dining rooms, including it's huge swimming pool! Anf of course the hall which woould be our place of work for the next 5 days. The view is amazing, the mountains stand in front oy you with so much power, and all the hillside is full of vegetation. Add to that the sounds of insects and animals. Really great place.

Afterwards, we organized ourselves in the rooms and went to take lunch a the "Comedor Municipal" of Coroico. A 2 course meal for only 7 Bs. (About 0.55 Euros). So with our stomachs full, and all the luggage in our rooms, we were ready for the opening talk. Each one of us presented to the others and inmediately you could feel an incredible energy of connection, the feeling that everyone was wanting to be there, together, working, creating, and the most important thing, opened to everyone and everything. Then we did a small practice to get acquainted, leaded by Elias. Great for activating and stretching the body after the long journeys everyone made, and to start focusing the energy to the entire workshop acvtivities.

After finishing this, we were free to have some dinner at the town. Some ate at restaurants, others just some cookies, others bread with "palta" (avocado) and a couple just some yoghurt. After small talks and night chit chats, everybody started feeling sleepy and tired. So one by one, each of us went to their bed, hoping not to get so much mosquito bytes, but very anxious of what would be tomorrow and with all the trust that this is the beginning of an important, singular and warm expierence. Maybe the night of Coroico could be helpfull in borrowing us it's energy for what would be tomorrow. (Eyal Meyer)


Nor-Yungas Bolivia

What a heavy and dangerous way from La Paz to Coroico, from 4000m to 1500m, gosh!!!!
Rain, rain and more rain, half of Bolivia was under water and we in the middle of Los Andes. First we were lucky, because the new road, which was open one year ago, made everything much more secure, but after some kilometers the road was closed by a landslip and we had to take some kilometers a bypass, this was a part of El Camino del la Muerte, the Death Road.
Fucking hell, this was not funny, from one side up the mountains came water, the whole road or something that looks similar like a path, also more water than a road and on the other side was...nothing, absolutely nothing only knowing that it's going down, very long way down and very precipice, a cliff with no ending and you also couldn't see it, because of frog.
And the bus was moving to the left and to the right, the water wash away the rest of the street, sometimes one wheel was hanging over the cliff and sometimes came a truck or a bus from the front, very very heavy.
On this trip inside the bus it was very silence and the people in the front, who could see directly on the way, were white and green in the faces. Only the busdriver made jokes, he was driving the death road more than eight years.
Everybody was very lucky, when we were on the new road again, but not long, because a bridge was destroyed from the water and again we took another road to climb up to Coroico, which is building on top of a little mountain, again a devils drive. Then suddenly stopping, because a truck was coming up from the street and was falling into a ditch, not deep, but deep enough that he couldn't come out again on his own. So everybody out of the

bus and pushed this fucking truck out of the hole.



Death Road, an idea where we were travelling.

28.01.08 First Day Coroico

We booked the whole Hotel Cerro Verde

29.01.08 Second Day Coroico

I've always been used to work and create artistic material searching for results. Somehow, that's what you are learn in school and university. In Coroico in this workshop, however, I can do what I want just because to love creating things, ideas and theatrical stories. In this place there is no room for stress and we are learning so much about our bodies and the capacity we have to express art that I am thrilled out with just joins and fun I learn more about myself and of the people with whom I am sharing in such an intimate way.
This place (Coroico) is wonderful. You can feel the energy in each corner, in each place in which we work.The people surround me are also wonderful and willing to give everything of themselves to establish deep relationships that are based in care and positive thinking. We 've been working now for two days, it can appear not much, but I can say for sure that these two days appear to me as weeks in terms of spiritual and physical learnings. This workshop is an oportunity to free our minds, to allow magic enter our souls and minds and I'll be forever grateful for that. This is a magical tour, this is a magical landscape and many of the ones with whom I shared have a magical impact to me. When there is frog in the athmosphere, Coroico looks like a movie. When there is sun I feel myself in the jungle. And when it's raining it looks like a story envirement. This is the kind of place we are set, a place in which anger and bad thoughts

Ita and Pablo

30.01.08 Third Day Coroico

MOVIE UP

Coroico

als ich
aus dem fenster
schaute
fand ich
die unendliche melodie
nach der ich
schon lange
suchte.

willem schulz, musician and composer

01.02.08 Fifth Day Coroico

Batata

Elias Cohen

02.02.08 Coroico - La Paz

After a long night inside the Bolivian Carneval in Coroico we wanted to go in the early morning to Copacabana at Titicacalake.

Daniela Molina

Unfortunately the best busdriver in the world never came to pick us up. that was not very serious including the agency he was working for. That means one guy from the agency took all the money and disapeared and the best busdriver in the world said anyway at the phone it was not enough money to come again the whole way to pick us up and bring us to Isla del Sol. So a good driver makes not a good character, that it what we learned.
In the morning we were waiting and waiting , but no bus came. For a lot of people it was a luck, because the night was long and the heads very heavy.
So Elias had the most stress and pressure, because after different phone calls and a lot of discussions with drivers and enterprises directly in Coroico, it looked first that we couldn't get a possibility at this day to go. Carneval was the reason.
But at the end after a lot of discussions Elias got two busses, a little one and one a little bigger. Yeahhh, change the place!!!
But first not directly to Lago Titicaca, no, again for one night to this nice and very cheap Hostel Torino in La Paz!!!

Hotel Torino, Maria y Fabian

03.02.08 First day Isla del Sol

Trip from Coroico to Isla del Sol

Up at the top

First Sunset

04.02.08 Second day Isla del Sol

The Way To The North

Maria Jesus Paves at the Inka Temple

Elias y Pablo

The Holy Inka Stone

Instrucciones para volar

Esta es la historia de un recuerdo olvidado
Que fue recordado un invierno boliviano
Y que esta vez ya no se olvidará

En algún lugar lejano hubo en el pasado una voz
Esta creció y en algún otro momento se hizo luz
Cruzó la dicha en dos, desmigajó panes, se disipó
Y de sus haces brotaron cuerpos inhertes
Con un sonoro suspiro, último despojo
De la voz que fue y ya no es

Y estos cuerpos se encontraron en la penumbra
Porque ya luz no había
Y mirándose a los ojos por fin fenecieron
Porque ya nada había
Y cayeron y no callaron porque nunca hablaron
Cayeron, cayeron por un precipicio de nada y desde la nada
Y vaga pero intensa fue su emoción
Porque tocaron un fondo que era su piel
Y más allá del fondo había más
Porque su piel se hizo vívida

Y un destello se desarrolló por años todavía en sus cuerpos
Una luz que absorvía, nadie sabe de dónde
Que conmovía, nadie sabe cómo
Y los cuerpos se regocijaron
Porque no eran inhertes ya y gritaron, gritaron...
Gritaron con una voz ya antes oída

Los cuerpos entonces recordaron
Lo que habían olvidado recordar
Que con su voz ellos mismos se engendraron
Y que esa luz sale de dentro
Que crece y se disipa en suspiros que son otras voces
Y que el cuerpo no está muerto sino sólo atado a la piel

Como dijo Huidobro: "el poeta es un pequeño dios"
Entonces saquemos la voz desde dentro
Y con nuestro cuerpo seamos dueños de la creación

Fabian Riquelme

05.02.08 Third day Isla del Sol

Initiation and ritual ceremony for our studio at Isla del Sol,
the first own studio of the world wide school of moving arts.


Firecracker and beer to safe the house

Eusebio, the architect

Inside the studio still under construction


but we working on that, hopefully Eusebio mostly.

06.02.08 Fourth day Isla del Sol

Butohdancer under Cello fire




The last training on the top of the island

KIM
Ite podido pintor los nubes desde este lugar
y los veranos son milagros
Ite visto de lo alto 2 fuerzas
la masculina y femenina
Las carreteras se pintan
ce verde y blanco
y la suavidad de los altozanos
me da cosquillas en los ralones
entonces preparo una danza mirologica
con las sombras de estos ancestros
desde otro espacio riempo y energia
buscando un nuevo ritmo y forma.Ser tan fiel como el condor
hacia el universo
tal vez una forma de vida
o simplemente estar
y con la minima tension
puedes ser eficar en tu vuelo
y notaras como pintas de colores
tu estacion
y puedes podar los suenos
desde aqui el futuro se ve blanco
y sin miedo, eres tan
libre como el viento.
(Karenina Carozzi)

07.02.08-10.08.08 Isla del Sol

Good Bye, beautiful highland, hope to see you again....

Joon-Sik, Chan-Sook, Eyal, Agustina, Nils, Minako, Pilar and Willem



Eyal and Nils