The 2024 Cazumbada[1] was a journey into brutal honesty. There was no staging. There was no show for donors or colleagues. There was no story-telling. There was an experience of the real, of the failure of the system, and of the infinite challenges for communities to create alternative responses and fight for their rights. There were no fancy hotels, no fancy meals, no fancy transport. Sometimes there was not even running water. There was no hierarchy. There was a lot of music, a lot of singing and a lot of laughter. There were the basics and the important things that kept the collective hope alive. There was commitment, tenacity...
The 2024 Cazumbada[1] was a journey into brutal honesty. There was no staging. There was no show for donors or colleagues. There was no story-telling. There was an experience of the real, of the failure of the system, and of the infinite challenges...