Pedrito’s Diary, Day 25
February 15, 2025
We woke up to the voice on the megaphone: “This morning’s bathroom clean-up boys are Julio and Gabriel. Go to the bathroom on the left right after your breakfast! The cleaning supplies are already there.”
Gabriel looked at me and asked anxiously: “What do I do, Pedrito? I don’t know ‘Julio’.” I answered him in a calm voice: “Gabriel, remember what Mr. Matias said!” He gave me a smile, and said, “oh, yes, yes!” He then held my hand. He looked very confident on our way to pick up our food.
We hurried up and finished our breakfast, then rushed to the bathroom on the left in the back of the building. A boy about 10 or 11 years old was standing by the bathroom door. “Julio, right?” I said and stretched out my hand to greet him. He didn’t even look at me, and just grumbled. Then he took a few steps toward Gabriel, and said: “Hola, enano! Tú empiezo!” I thought that I was hearing wrong, “Hey, midget! You start!”
I interfered in a loud voice: “His name is Gabriel! And he is little because he is only 4 years old! By the way, Gabriel is not going to do anything here. You and I will!” This boy was obviously not going to be easy to work with. “Why is that? Is he handicapped?” He asked. I almost lost my patience with him but answered calmly, stressing each word: “Didn’t you hear Mr. Matias? He said that older children are allowed to help the little ones. That’s why.”
Julio didn’t say anything else after that. I told Gabriel to stand outside the bathroom door, and just watch us. I picked up the bucket full of water, the rag that was on the handle, and a second bucket that was empty. Julio took the mop and the rag that was on the sink. We both first stood inside the bathroom for a while, not knowing what to do and how to work this out.
The smell was so horrible that I thought I was going to throw up. The sink was small and attached to the wall by the door. It was filled with dried up puke. About a week before we were taken away from our home, Gabriela had gotten very sick and threw up several times. I had stood by her while Mama cleaned her up. That was the only time when I saw puke, but now, here, in this sink, it was everywhere.
I looked around and saw a faucet close to the floor, sticking out of the largest wall. A hose was attached to it. Julio was just standing by the wall opposite the door without moving. He was obviously avoiding the large, disgusting looking puddle in front of the toilet tank. However many boys used the bathroom last, they missed the toilet and peed and did a #2 on the floor.
I walked closer to Julio but I also avoided stepping in that stinky puddle. With no lid on the toilet, we both could easily see the brown, dark brown and dark green #2s inside. Once again, I felt like I was going to throw up, and this time, I did. I rushed to the sink where I puked.
When I felt a bit better, I noticed that Julio was using the water from the hose to push all the #2s into the hole on the floor right behind the toilet tank. (Actually, it wasn’t a hole but a square opening.) Julio made several rounds of the same work until that sickening puddle disappeared. Then, he mopped the same area wet with one hand, while keeping the hose in his other hand.
After Julio cleared the floor, I went to the toilet tank. A string with a small round metal was hanging from what looked like a pipe. I pulled on it carefully. A little bit of water began to swirl. I pulled the string again but harder this time. More water became visible inside the toilet. Then Julio flushed several more times. Finally, it was time for us to use our rags.
Julio opened the faucet of the sink and let the water run for a long time. (Water was running well in that part of the bathroom.) He then put his rag under the water and soaked it real good. After that, he swiped the sides of the toilet tank and the toilet seat. He did that 3 times. When he was done, I got my rag completely wet and carefully swiped every part of the sink.
We looked around the bathroom one more time, and then, at each other, silently concluding that we did well with our chore for today. We could not find any soap to wash our hands. I still felt relieved but I very much dreaded the next time. This was a lot of work.
Gabriel had been waiting for us patiently. A guard was standing next to him, and said: “You see the man in uniform at the end of this hallway, take everything to him. Your work is done for today.”
“Are you okay, Pedrito?” Gabriel asked me with curious eyes. “I am OK, Gabriel, but I am tired. I want to rest a little. Could you please go with the brothers to pick up your lunch?” I saw disappointment in his huge eyes. Still, he was so very sweet to tell me, “okay, Pedrito. You rest, okay?”
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