Teaching at the orphanage

In the past two weeks, I have visited the orphanage and taught English to 5-12 year olds. I am accompanied by a friend, Ricardo, a Mexican-architect who actually co-teaches with me. We go on Tuesdays and Fridays from 4-6 pm. Seeing as I don't speak fluently in Spanish, Ricardo is a life-saver when I don't understand. He also helps out with class management. Overall, it hasnt' turned out the way I would have liked nor expected. We have the class in the dining room, which is basically a small room with two long tables, plastic chairs and wooden benches, sort of clean tables...honestly, I am even reluctant to use the rag to wipe the white board. That's how unclean this place is. The kids don't pay attention, move around like monkeys in their chairs, their hands are dirty, some of them haven't taken a shower in atleast a few days. They are different. They aren't like "normal" kids. I always leave with a sad feeling....but I can't give up. There was a doctor who got involved by cleaning the orphanage from top to bottom, including fumigating the place. He had a team of about 30 professionals. Unfortunately, he has recently given up, along with the rest of them. He explained to us that the Madre (the nun running the orphanage) was not cooperative and has turned a blind eye on problems that need crucial and immediate attention, such as the possibility of sexual abuse. This is perhaps a rumour...and what drives me mad is that nothing has been done to investigate this further. I believe that the doctor did report this to the police, but it will take months before they have the time to look into this case. The people who are still keen on helping are Faiza, Ricardo, and myself. No matter how troubled these kids are, they deserve a better life. Our plan is to contact powerful and experienced people in this domain who can help.