Saturday, 1 January 2011

EMPRESAS RECUPERADAS :Pan, paz y trabajo

The empresas recuperadas is a beautiful story that travelled to me from southern hemisphere in 2004, and ever since it has fascinated me, passionated me, filled with joy and pride .


My wish is with these clumsy lines to let some people more know about this impressive adventure.
I discovered this argentinian miracle when the documentary “The Take” by N. Klein and A Lewis was distributed in Paris in May 2006.
The documentary brought us the stories of these men and women who resuscitated the factories left and abandoned by their owners at the time of  the Argentina economic crisis.
Even before the bankrupt, factories and business owners had adopted massive firing policies, permitted by the extreme liberalization of workforce regulation, and when the economic crisis was drawing close to its maximum, many factories had been abandoned and shutted down from one day to the other.
Then, where the international economy organization had deserted the quest, workers came in and brought back to life the argentina industry or at least part of it.
Not for an income or speculation, to gain back their identity.
The principles that moved them were very simple: the workers, who had been dismissed,  at one point could not cope anymore with not having a job or even a reason to get up in the morning, and rather than waiting, or in the worst scenario becoming “cartoneros” decided to face their destiny and recovered back their former working place.

It was just saying: I know this job and I do not want to depend on others, not to be part of this society so why not going back and doing what I know how to do ?
Simple and brave. Pan Paz y trabajo
  
The guys met, talked and then went back to their factories : the first objectives were to save the factories from pillages, putting back the machinery to function, protect the premises and then organize themselves to let the machines run and produce again.
I imagine that every day and every night must have been a struggle, patrolling the premises to avoid stealth, keeping inside enough courage to keep going until the end.
After the first “takes”, organizations sprung up and helped the workers sharing experiences and legal , organization advice.
Then more and more factories re-opened up again.
The workers learnt to share the different chores, even to provide inside the factories health assistance.

And then the legal battles were just starting: who owned these functioning factories now?
The workers could claim several weeks and months of unpaid wages, in our society we accept that if we do not pay our debts the bank or the lender will come and claim our goods, furniture and so on.
But what about the other way round, do we accept that if an employer does not pay his dues to his workforce, the workforce is entitled to claim something back for themselves? To me it is quite simple that law should be the same in the two examples but I think that most people would be shocked by this.

The legal and economic grounds are beyond my reach.
Without entering any philosophical discussion, in 2004 when I watched “The Take” and talked and talked about it to my friends (we were in the full wake of global and no global), everybody was mild and answered timidly that in fact this experiment was maybe working but it could not be taken as an example for a different society: it relied too much on the good will of involved people, then it could not work for much longer.
Well there we go in 2010 I went to Buenos Aires and asked to visit these experiments: now they had been working for several years (more than 10 for the first ones).
I was looking for the courage and the integrity of the workers leading this struggle.
I started to picture in my mind the anxiety and unrest of the people left without work, I can imagine them meeting up in the night , maybe in bars with the same hat old men used to wear, I pictured their worried looks and the anxious questions whispered at dusk about how to keep a family, what the future had in store for them.

When I went to Argentina in March 2010, I entered in contact with La Base, an association that support the empresas and thanks to the help of Esteban Magnani I could visit some of the most recent recovered factories.


The first factory I visited, was the cooperative Esperanza del Plata , a discrete and humble polyethylene bags factory in the middle of a residential neighborhood. The recovery of the factory had taken place three years before.
Today the business goes and grows on quite well, thanks to the fact that polyethylene bags are quite a popular merchandise.

 












One cannot help notice the pride in the people involved. And also the happiness now that they have a work again , to have recovered their dignity again.

Most of the workers are middle aged, the youngest ones had usually better perspectives of finding again a job when the factory closed down and are less willing to take on the risks of an occupation.
I went to visit with some people from the Base, the association was helping with financial assistance and follow up the development in the factories. 
Most of the workers do not have any marketing, procurement, finance or legal background so they have to learn it all on the spot.



It was sad and somehow obvious to see the previous management offices, everything had been left careless as it was as if the management had to flee on the spot.

The workers remembered the earlier manager, replaced by his own daughter later: the manager and owner used to come through the production machines and ask around about the workers. El ingeniero was called by the machine operators. There is a lot of respect still towards the "ingeniero", the workers appreciated that he was looking after the factory not just filling papers. His daughter apparently never used to come throught the working rooms. She did not seem to care in their eyes. Surely , this attitude is shared by several managers nowadays, maybe inevitably it represents the  new way of being a manager where you do not really need to know what is going on behind in those noisy rooms.
  
Huesitos was the second factory I visited on that day: Huesitos deals with a pretty peculiar business producing the small toy bones for dogs.


In Marcelo’s eyes you can see the same pride found in so many other factories. There is also a glitter of hope, of (re-gained ?) trust in the future.





However, Huesitos is not sailing in calm waters: the business of dog toys is not the most prosperous one. Huesitos are produced from cow skins and are prone to the up and downs of the raw matter availability. Since cow skins are also exported to neighboring countries , namely Brazil, at times availability . Also the raw matter quality might conditionate the final toys outcome.














Waiting for better times the Huesitos factory from time to time seek help from family members that join the production line.
It came to my mind how difficult is to compete for these people with the market rules. They do not have the state of the art machinery as long as  they do not have any sales dept, any marketing etc.
On the other hand, I indulge myself in thinking that all these machineries which are not the best ones out there but are still able to produce goods , are kept alive rather than being replaced with more modern items; in a way the empresas recuperadas absolve a function of recycling and reusing rather than ditching what is not the last cry anymore. A kind of more sustainable way of producing, even though it comes not as the result of an economic policy but rather as a matter of fact state.

Crystal Lux is a massive factory in Avellaneda in the outskirts of Buenos Aires. It was one of the first recovered factories back in 2001 and today is one of the most impressive success story in the empresas recuperadas.
    

The business is thriving, and the cooperative is starting to buy new machines to replace the old ones, so it well above bare survival and moving into expansion.




In the early occupation times, the workers had to patrol to avoid people breaking in, today it is hard to imagine these places empty and at the mercy of thieves .



Ruben who shows me around , tells me how the new personnel is hired and taught through the job by the more experienced personnel. The local youth has then a possibility to get and learn a job from the cooperative in a sort of enlargened family spirit, without going through the standard hiring process, and this has quite a positive impact in maintaining the social tissue healthy .






The decision concerning the empresas recuperadas are taken in a general assembly , where all the associates take part and vote.
When I look at the size of Crystal Lux, I am dazzled at thinking that all these people can decide in assembly and manage to take the good decisions to run the business. Ruben is positive about the fact that since every worker is aware of being responsible for the future of the company is a boost for the production quality and smoothness.










                      
Grissinopoli produces grissini : from northern Italy up to Buenos Aires centre the skills in Grissini making have been brought on the other side of the ocean.




Grissinopoli has been also the object of a difficult occupation. Now the resulting cooperative brings the name of  “La nuova esperanza” , the new hope (very catchy !).

          











There are several forms of cooperatives: some of them allow all the workers to become associates. In Grissinopoli only the former participants to the cooperative, are associates and additional personnel is taken on seasonal basis.












When I began this travel, I was thrilled by the fact that a society could work, produce, create wealth and prosperity without the need for a chief to tell what to do.
The fact of shaping one’s future is a concept that brings hope and also scares.
Then there was all the admiration for these people fighting so hard to get back their job, fighting hard against the idea of being a burden to a society and to gain back their dignity.
The work is the element which makes one individual part of a society, it is also the product of the will and soul of the workers and it cannot be traded or cut as any other goods.

 


                  


To be continued


Pictures and text by Tania Simonetti
January 2011 (Pictures done in March 2010)

References and links:

Esteban Magnani “El cambio silencioso, Recovered Business in Argentina” , http://www.estebanmagnani.com.ar/

Roberto Rizza & Jacopo Sermasi “Il lavoro Recuperato, Imprese e Autogestione in Argentina”

Friday, 31 December 2010

my last trip and public transportation


When I woke up from my overnight train; I found myself in Bihar , not too sure to be there or to want to be there , I was still wondering where to get off, Patna or Rajpur ...  it felt weird not to be settled about this but I guess that is the gift to the traveller




It was fun to shot to the people on the parallel rail ... Wondering whether they knew where they wanted to go


My trip had already started in Delhi station, it was some minutes just before dawn when I went to catch the shatatbi to my beloved Lucknow: it seemed the deepest night ...


Some people still had to go somewhere and rushed throught the platforms




Delhi being quiet at this time of the morning you could still catch some other people, not that it did not happen in full day , it is just that western people as we are we tend to forget the individuals in a crowd.



In an overday trip, people tend to get bored and start to sleep ... Sleep or eat what is your choice?



But a kid has always time to play and chase the bubbles


This time I also rode the Mumbai local, quite amazing place to tie friendship, match weddings , study and laugh





I was on the ladies carriages, in a spring when i was losing my train I boarded on a male carriage but i was kindly showed that it was a men carriage and the ladies one was just after... Then of couse, with my usual politeness i shrugged off and said "so what?"
But shyly i went to the ladies one eventually, i was mesmerized by these ladies laughters and joy , i liked to join in eventhough the only thing that linked me to these ladies was just my sex, we shared something !

And eventually this one is from one bus in Puri, who would laugh over here in a similar situation ?
I can tell the Paris metro gets this crowded , but i guess in people mind that is already time for being serious, on our way to work, not time to have fun ... crazy , isn't it ? to waste so many chances to laugh








I have always been fascinated by my own capability of dozing off during train trips... Well, today I cherish the most these phases, where you are in between two places, two stations and allow yourself not be fixed , to shift from thought to open eyes dream , from books to flashes of lights...



And then come again the moment where you are reaching your destination and wish to have just those two minutes more before becoming real again...








Wednesday, 22 December 2010

revolucion

i cannot be bothered anymore to be put off by christmas shallow happines, cheap buyable goodness
i do not make a point of being out of it
i think now that everybody is out
yesterday night i heard a man scream in the streets, fuelled by his pain screaming his lungs out and pierce the crystal ices suspended in paris cold night
he pierced my heart again and compassion and sorrow for him poured out
sorrow for his pain , i felt my pain too
this morning in the train people were looking down at each other shoes, i am sure that they all are in pain , as well, as much
but they could not scream
i hope santa claus brings us enough lungs to scream out all that pain and sorrow and regrets, that all we can dare to cry up to the sky down to the earth , to shake our body, slaves to call for our dues to and scream for our injustices;
maybe all these cries will turn earth to hell, or maybe we will make music out of the noise in our souls, all untuned notes to compose the music of our frail humanity... let me bet on this

Monday, 16 August 2010

honest

i doze off and wake up
the bus lulls me and i slide bend by bend with my bags
" find a way to understand the thinds i am learning ..."
the sweet lullaby in my ears soothing the drizzle in my soul..
all is dark from the window
green panels rushing fast past me , past this bus
i cannot read the signs, how far is san antonio?
"find a way to understand the time you're burning "
i ask again the driver how far is san antonio, but maybe i have just dreamt to ask him
maybe i am dreaming he is answering me still an hour to go
how long is one hour in this night?
how long is one hour in this day , when i last saw the end of the world bathing in golden light
green eyes light
" got to be guarded , sure i am gonna say"
sure as the stars above i cannot see from this bus roof,
sure to see them inside of me, when head is too heavy to look up ,
" right on the inside , this is the hardest game to play "
still i think i played right
"do you ever feel lonely
let me take you home"
walk in inside this starred night


the leafy trees above me , i am guarded again