I am a volunteer!
Well, I've been a volunteer for a while now, but I'm an official, honest-to-goodness, been-inducted Peace Corps Volunteer. Guess I've made it to the pros,
finally.
My first week here has been interesting. It's a challenge transitioning from one host family to the other, particularly since I really, really liked my first
one. Now I get to face the fun of akward adjustment once again with my new family. For the most part they seem fairly genuine and nice. It may be a problem
when I tell them they will not be getting as much money as Peace Corps first paid them - I get the impression that most/all my salary (which, in effect, is
what PC paid them for September) is what's expected to be paid, which will not be the case. Cutting back may mean I have to/get to make and prepare food on
my own for one or two meals a day. Seeing as how I'm coddled and treated like a child for doing the most menial task (you braced a log while your 15 year old
host brother cut it!! good job!!! now here's a cookie...) this doesn't seem all that feasible right now, particularly since in Kyrgyz culture women do most
of the work (in and outside the house). But that's why I'm here, right? Sort of.
My village is fairly big, thus a good amount of people living here, as far as this country of 5 million goes. It's an odd feeling having strangers, children,
students, teachers etc. all knowing my name. I know about 10 people in my village, and I think every one of the 3-4 thousand here knows me. So much for
anonymity. It's a boon and a bane. Students calling my name out from across the hall, or constantly peaking into the teachers lounge for a good look, or
purposely using Russian when everyone knows I "speak" Kyrgyz? Bad. Every time I enter a classroom, speak, stand, or do anything inside of it, the
students all remain silent and attentive? Good.
My two counterparts are interesting as well. It will be a challenge, particularly since at the moment I don't see any opportunities to work with them on
lessons (their schedules are as follows - get up, make food/morning preparations for their family, go to work, go home, work work work at home until 11,
repeat for the next day). It will be a challenge, definately. None or very few of the students in all of my classes have books, and the books that my
counterparts use are primarily from the Soviet 80s (which, by the way, are fascinating to read - particularly the one talking about all the freedoms of
finding a job in a communist state and how people in capitalist states have to join the army of the unemployed). Nevertheless, I hope I can incorporate some
decent ideas and scrounge up a way to teach English effectively, even if it's just to motivate my counterparts and students (which is one of the biggest
problems, I've noticed).
Today (25-09) I had a complete "Holy Crap!" moment. As I'm waiting for the marshurtka to take me to a nearby village to open a bank account, a man comes up
and introduces himself - a former Russian language teacher from my school who now does something else. When he asked me what state I came from, I only had
to repeat it once because, get this, he knew it! For once someone didn't look at me like I had lobsters crawling out of my ears when mentioning Connecticut.
But, not only that, he also knew and could pronounce (in the Russified version, but still!) Hartford! But, that's not the best part. He was talking a little
about hockey, how he either played or coached, and here it is: he knew the Hartford Whalers! Holy! Not only did someone who isn't from Connecticut know
the Whalers, but I didn't even have to bring it up! In my excitement I forgot to adress him as сиз (formal you, I used the informal you, сен), so I hope that
was a mistake that can be rectified. But still, my mind is blown completely. He knew the Whalers! They haven't even existed for 11 years.
As for general stuff, things have been difficult just to the sheer transition factor. I've been reading a lot, particularly since for a good portion of the
day the electricity is turned off. My house isn't very "hang-out" friendly - places to just sit and talk are pretty much nonexistant, be it because of the
way in which rooms are situated or because everyone in the house seems to be occupied with one thing or the other (resulting in much of my time being spent
inside my room, when not working). It's also weird having my main host siblings (i.e. they are old enough to have some patience with me and I can have some
conversation with them) be my students, thus I'm always Mr. Teacher. Up until I told the vice-principal that I was uncomfortable with it, the running joke
seemed to have been that I was unmarried and thus by the end of my first year would be off in the land of love with some Kyrgyz girl (who that would be I
don't know - all the females in the village seem to be either married/older or greater than/equal to high school student aged). Right now, being in a home
with no heat is fine (particularly since I'm used to it, what with the no heat back home), but it's going to be pretty friggin' cold. I'm going to have to
splurge for a coat and boots, but could use some decent products from back home, especially since the electricity situation is so dicey.
It's not all bad though. What conversations I do have with my family are pleasant and enjoyable. One instance was particularly humorous to me - I was
helping a sister with some homework, and I got to say Canadada (in Kyrgyz a -da ending means in or at, and this text was about Canada). When I went to the
Talas library I was excstatic when I saw Jhumpa Lahiri's The Namesake (sorry for the lack of a proper title underlining/italicizing - notepad is quite limited); reading it brought back many good memories of a good friend or two (Nom!), and heck it's a good story to boot. My fellow volunteers here in Talas, while not quite all falling into what I would consider "my crowd," seem pretty good for the most part and I feel I have some good developing friendships here. The people here in my village also seem very hospitable, cordial, nice, inviting etc. (and protecting, perhaps overprotective at the moment), I just need to spend the time building a repor, getting to know people, having them get to know me, et al. It's time for some cross-cultural exchange, methinks!
Chris
Here's my latest journal entry from 18/09/08:
Things have changed so drastically for me over the past 5 months. I can hardly believe that not too long ago I was busting my hump at King's over courses I
loved (and some I didn't), or spending time at home, particularly with my sis' & nephew. Thursday was yet another gigantic transition: leaving my first
Kyrgyz family behind and being sworn in as a volunteer.
I absolutely love my first family here. My heart broke in the morning when I left my sister and brother. My brother was decked out in Red Sox clothing - his
bat, ball, and glove -- he wouldn't let my hand go as we shook hands and when he started to cry I embraced him as my brother. My sister completely shocked me
by telling me in English (she speaks very little) that she loves me and that I was the best big brother. I will always remember this gesture from her - it
had the power to shake the earth. Sadly, I then drove off in a taxi, after the farewells, refusing to look away while riding off and holding back the
choking up.
My mom and dad went to the swearing-in ceremony. Afterwards we had about an hour to talk, eat a bit, get some photos, etc. They gave me a gift which was
almost as powerful as my sister's words - a calender/planner and pen, and they had written a very nice note to me in both Kyrgyz and English. The time
finally came where I had to leave. As the announcement was made, I felt what I felt when I graduated from King's, when I saw my friends in America for the
last time, and when I departed from my family in the States - a sinking void in my heart. I said goodbye 3 or 4 times and almost lost it; my mom had tears
throughout. As I left on the marshrutka I let the sadness overtake me. They are no longer my host family - they are family, and I love them as I do my
family in America.
Thank you to everyone who put time, money, and effort into providing gifts from America. My family absolutely loved everything, and it meant the world to me,
being able to give them these gifts before I left. My last evening there will always remain with me - the happiness and sadness, and just an overall
realization that these people are my family.
Chris
Friday, September 26, 2008
Oh I gots me some needs...
Things I need:
Long Johns
Warm Winter Socks
One or two sweater-vests (to wear with my work clothes, business dress)
One or two sweaters, medium or large preferable (large tends to be too big for me, even with shrinkage)
A few undershirts, plain white shirts preferable
Good dictionary and thesaurus (I should have at least a thesaurus that I didn't pack - while that's going, try for my other books as well, i.e. the
literature anthologies etc.)
A good pair of gloves and a hat for winter, maybe some scarves as well
Things I wouldn't mind having:
Some food items, peanut butter, snack items, herbs/spices/sauces to make/season food with (i.e. basil, nutmeg, vanilla, cinnamon, parsley, paprika, ginger, cumin, ketchup, mustard of all types, bbq sauce, parmesan cheese, brown sugar, olive oil, etc. etc.) Good food items other volunteers have gotten include: clif bars, various nuts (peanuts and walnuts are common here - they get different tasty kinds like Trader Joe's), various candies (non-candy bar), cookies,
crackers, pretzles, drink mixes like gatorade. Just need to be wary of things getting crushed in a package. Tastes from home and new tastes are most welcome.
Pictures, particularly of people from back home.
Movies: Some of my favorites like Rocky, Finding Neverland, etc. from my own collection. I still haven't seen the new Batman (the only movie I've wanted to
see this past year - I've held off watching a bootleg version to get something undiluted). Don't send movies in cases - those are easy fodder to get stolen.
Unmarked boxes and decoys work best, particularly tampon boxes.
Books -
books 1, 3, 4 of the Camulod Chronicles
English class/course books, primarily grade-school level
Anything, really, that could be a source of entertainment. Electricity is off for roughly 4 hours or so every day (and rising - it's going off earlier every day) and I could use something to pass the time. I've already gone through 4 decent sized novels in the past 2 weeks. My collection of Redwall books, the Wheel of Time, Harry Potter (maybe not, those are all hardcover), would all work well. Heck, if you're feeling adventurous, you could even give me something not from my collection! Most any book is interesting, as long as it isn't a technical manual or romance novel. Fantasy is my old standby, but I'll read most any genre.
Any sort of classroom materials, dry-erase markers, erasers, logbooks, etc. Not necessary but I think they would help out a bit.
Pictures, maps (of America, the world), posters that can be used for teaching. Display materials! Songs, dances, ideas, anything.
Maybe a blanket or two. It will be pretty cold here.
If possible a decent dress jacket to be sent over - something that will go with my navy and khaki colored pants (my navy jacket is too big, don't send that)
Toothpaste: I like Crest Pro-Health: Night (in the purplish box/tube). My two tubes exploded a bit on the way to Talas; they're still usable, but I have less
of it now. At first I was adverse to having paste sent, but simply looking at all the sugar consumed here makes my teeth ache. That plus I can't be too
careful, esp. with good toothpaste (and how I get very little in the way of dental).
Razors: Decent shaving razors are hard to come by and I think I left my spare blades for my schick in CT. Definately not electric. My disposables only go so
far.
Deodarant/good smell spray - I get at most one decent wash a week. Nuff' said on that.
Stain removing products, I primarily have those pens in mind. For those times when I'm enjoying sheep eyeballs too much, there won't be enough stain remover
to help the sloppy Italian in me.
PS And oh yeah, outdoor sinks/bathrooms suck -- not because of function, but because of location at this time of the year.
PPS During the writing of this and the other document over the course of a couple days, the power has gone out every single time. Hurray for laptop batteries!
Long Johns
Warm Winter Socks
One or two sweater-vests (to wear with my work clothes, business dress)
One or two sweaters, medium or large preferable (large tends to be too big for me, even with shrinkage)
A few undershirts, plain white shirts preferable
Good dictionary and thesaurus (I should have at least a thesaurus that I didn't pack - while that's going, try for my other books as well, i.e. the
literature anthologies etc.)
A good pair of gloves and a hat for winter, maybe some scarves as well
Things I wouldn't mind having:
Some food items, peanut butter, snack items, herbs/spices/sauces to make/season food with (i.e. basil, nutmeg, vanilla, cinnamon, parsley, paprika, ginger, cumin, ketchup, mustard of all types, bbq sauce, parmesan cheese, brown sugar, olive oil, etc. etc.) Good food items other volunteers have gotten include: clif bars, various nuts (peanuts and walnuts are common here - they get different tasty kinds like Trader Joe's), various candies (non-candy bar), cookies,
crackers, pretzles, drink mixes like gatorade. Just need to be wary of things getting crushed in a package. Tastes from home and new tastes are most welcome.
Pictures, particularly of people from back home.
Movies: Some of my favorites like Rocky, Finding Neverland, etc. from my own collection. I still haven't seen the new Batman (the only movie I've wanted to
see this past year - I've held off watching a bootleg version to get something undiluted). Don't send movies in cases - those are easy fodder to get stolen.
Unmarked boxes and decoys work best, particularly tampon boxes.
Books -
books 1, 3, 4 of the Camulod Chronicles
English class/course books, primarily grade-school level
Anything, really, that could be a source of entertainment. Electricity is off for roughly 4 hours or so every day (and rising - it's going off earlier every day) and I could use something to pass the time. I've already gone through 4 decent sized novels in the past 2 weeks. My collection of Redwall books, the Wheel of Time, Harry Potter (maybe not, those are all hardcover), would all work well. Heck, if you're feeling adventurous, you could even give me something not from my collection! Most any book is interesting, as long as it isn't a technical manual or romance novel. Fantasy is my old standby, but I'll read most any genre.
Any sort of classroom materials, dry-erase markers, erasers, logbooks, etc. Not necessary but I think they would help out a bit.
Pictures, maps (of America, the world), posters that can be used for teaching. Display materials! Songs, dances, ideas, anything.
Maybe a blanket or two. It will be pretty cold here.
If possible a decent dress jacket to be sent over - something that will go with my navy and khaki colored pants (my navy jacket is too big, don't send that)
Toothpaste: I like Crest Pro-Health: Night (in the purplish box/tube). My two tubes exploded a bit on the way to Talas; they're still usable, but I have less
of it now. At first I was adverse to having paste sent, but simply looking at all the sugar consumed here makes my teeth ache. That plus I can't be too
careful, esp. with good toothpaste (and how I get very little in the way of dental).
Razors: Decent shaving razors are hard to come by and I think I left my spare blades for my schick in CT. Definately not electric. My disposables only go so
far.
Deodarant/good smell spray - I get at most one decent wash a week. Nuff' said on that.
Stain removing products, I primarily have those pens in mind. For those times when I'm enjoying sheep eyeballs too much, there won't be enough stain remover
to help the sloppy Italian in me.
PS And oh yeah, outdoor sinks/bathrooms suck -- not because of function, but because of location at this time of the year.
PPS During the writing of this and the other document over the course of a couple days, the power has gone out every single time. Hurray for laptop batteries!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Proximity
Hello all,
Here's my latest entry:
Preservice training is almost over - right now less than 2 weeks are left. It's hard to imagine everything I've
gone through over the past couple months. Right now I'm fairly sad because I really like my current host family
in my training village (and really hope gifts etc. that were sent get here in time for me to give them before
I leave), but I know in my heart I came to Kyrgyzstan for a different reason. It wasn't to find comfort and
coddlement from very nice people; it wasn't to hang around a bunch of Americans with narrow views; it wasn't to
escape from anything, or have a tremendously fun happy time, or have everything readily accessible and easily at
hand. If I wanted all that, I could have stayed home where I have plenty of friends and family, opportunities, etc.
I came to Kyrgyzstan because deep down I hold myself to be one thing above all else: a servant. Holding others
before myself, helping rather than enforcing, seeing the fruits of labor through others' success. Those are what I
love most in life. On the brink of becoming a Peace Corps Volunteer I can finally garner some perspective on my
situation and how it will pan out over the next couple years. Yes it's nice to have comforts, and confidants, and
all the other things that go along with a typical lifestyle. But that's not what I want, or even like. I want
others to have that - I want others to have that success, those friends, this life of theirs bettered, or that
skill honed. The world will always have problems, and although people often go about their lives concerning
themselves over their own problems, I find it's often necessary for greater action or education or involvement
before anything, no matter how big or small, can be solved. If I can do my part in any small way, anything positive
at all, then my time here will have been priceless.
It's amazing thinking of the differences between peoples. For instance, today I was on a marshurtka (van, one of
Kyrgyzstan's main public transportation methods) essentially drowning in a sea of people, sandwiched between a
drunk man and a woman tending to a sick person sitting down as five more people piled into the vehicle. In many
places this would be very strange, illegal, bad, etc. but here it's the norm. One of my most earnest beliefs is
that all people, no matter who they are or where they're born, are in essence the same, or at least very similar.
Smiles, love, family, etc. are all quite universal. It's the marshurtkas of our world that separate us - what we
grew up with was different, and we think it's better, or worse, than what other people have. But these differences
are essentially meaningless - in the end, the people on the marshurtka get home, just the same as the people on the
bus, or the people driving their car. We may eat different food, practice different religions, speak different
languages et al, but how are we truly different? In the end we're all human (and, barring some sort of
extraterrestrial contact with intelligent life), which is what really matters to me. We can be different in our
minute ways, but I believe we're all a lot more similar than we're led to believe throughout the course of our
life.
This is one basis I have built my ideology and thinking style around, and something I hold close to my heart. I
hope that throughout my service in Talas (and overall in Kyrgyzstan) that it will benefit me in my endeavours to
serve others. It's difficult to contemplate what will come, but I'm thankful that some of my perspective has
finally returned to me over these 3 months of training.
Chris
I'm quite sad right now because I'll miss the people I grew close to over these 3 months. However, as I've always believed, if we keep someone in our heart, we never truly lose them. This belief has helped me transition through the difficulties of leaving family behind in the States, and I think it will help me out in this instance as well. Family and friends are forever.
Talas will be a big challenge for many reasons, notwithstanding how some of the current volunteers act, locals perceive people, and how isolated from the rest of the country the oblast seems. I'm looking forward to the challenge, and hope to form many good relationships.
Right now it's difficult to imagine how things will pan out. Most people in the States have things like the election on their mind -- here in Kyrgyzstan our biggest concern is how the winter will play out. There are pretty major power outages throughout the country, particularly Talas and Chuy, and this could lead to an entire quarter of school being out of session. I'm not so much concerned about the power outage and heat -- what concerns me is what there will be to do during this time. In the summer, when school is out of session, many volunteers start clubs and things of that nature, which could be more difficult to accomplish during the winter. Ideas are welcome, as always!
Well, I hope everyone is doing well, and those that aren't to get better soon! All the best, and peace,
Chris
Here's my latest entry:
Preservice training is almost over - right now less than 2 weeks are left. It's hard to imagine everything I've
gone through over the past couple months. Right now I'm fairly sad because I really like my current host family
in my training village (and really hope gifts etc. that were sent get here in time for me to give them before
I leave), but I know in my heart I came to Kyrgyzstan for a different reason. It wasn't to find comfort and
coddlement from very nice people; it wasn't to hang around a bunch of Americans with narrow views; it wasn't to
escape from anything, or have a tremendously fun happy time, or have everything readily accessible and easily at
hand. If I wanted all that, I could have stayed home where I have plenty of friends and family, opportunities, etc.
I came to Kyrgyzstan because deep down I hold myself to be one thing above all else: a servant. Holding others
before myself, helping rather than enforcing, seeing the fruits of labor through others' success. Those are what I
love most in life. On the brink of becoming a Peace Corps Volunteer I can finally garner some perspective on my
situation and how it will pan out over the next couple years. Yes it's nice to have comforts, and confidants, and
all the other things that go along with a typical lifestyle. But that's not what I want, or even like. I want
others to have that - I want others to have that success, those friends, this life of theirs bettered, or that
skill honed. The world will always have problems, and although people often go about their lives concerning
themselves over their own problems, I find it's often necessary for greater action or education or involvement
before anything, no matter how big or small, can be solved. If I can do my part in any small way, anything positive
at all, then my time here will have been priceless.
It's amazing thinking of the differences between peoples. For instance, today I was on a marshurtka (van, one of
Kyrgyzstan's main public transportation methods) essentially drowning in a sea of people, sandwiched between a
drunk man and a woman tending to a sick person sitting down as five more people piled into the vehicle. In many
places this would be very strange, illegal, bad, etc. but here it's the norm. One of my most earnest beliefs is
that all people, no matter who they are or where they're born, are in essence the same, or at least very similar.
Smiles, love, family, etc. are all quite universal. It's the marshurtkas of our world that separate us - what we
grew up with was different, and we think it's better, or worse, than what other people have. But these differences
are essentially meaningless - in the end, the people on the marshurtka get home, just the same as the people on the
bus, or the people driving their car. We may eat different food, practice different religions, speak different
languages et al, but how are we truly different? In the end we're all human (and, barring some sort of
extraterrestrial contact with intelligent life), which is what really matters to me. We can be different in our
minute ways, but I believe we're all a lot more similar than we're led to believe throughout the course of our
life.
This is one basis I have built my ideology and thinking style around, and something I hold close to my heart. I
hope that throughout my service in Talas (and overall in Kyrgyzstan) that it will benefit me in my endeavours to
serve others. It's difficult to contemplate what will come, but I'm thankful that some of my perspective has
finally returned to me over these 3 months of training.
Chris
I'm quite sad right now because I'll miss the people I grew close to over these 3 months. However, as I've always believed, if we keep someone in our heart, we never truly lose them. This belief has helped me transition through the difficulties of leaving family behind in the States, and I think it will help me out in this instance as well. Family and friends are forever.
Talas will be a big challenge for many reasons, notwithstanding how some of the current volunteers act, locals perceive people, and how isolated from the rest of the country the oblast seems. I'm looking forward to the challenge, and hope to form many good relationships.
Right now it's difficult to imagine how things will pan out. Most people in the States have things like the election on their mind -- here in Kyrgyzstan our biggest concern is how the winter will play out. There are pretty major power outages throughout the country, particularly Talas and Chuy, and this could lead to an entire quarter of school being out of session. I'm not so much concerned about the power outage and heat -- what concerns me is what there will be to do during this time. In the summer, when school is out of session, many volunteers start clubs and things of that nature, which could be more difficult to accomplish during the winter. Ideas are welcome, as always!
Well, I hope everyone is doing well, and those that aren't to get better soon! All the best, and peace,
Chris
Friday, September 5, 2008
More to Come
Hello all, I have a few entries here:
So the time has finally come, where I get to visit my permanant site (Peace Corps so far seems to be one bigtransitional step after the other). Things will be a lot different for me, I believe. My host mother (though sheprefers to be called Eje, which is big sister/aunt/teacher[female]/et al) is 36, has five children, and apparentlymakes/sells clothes. The father in the family died. I feel bad because Peace Corps requires all volunteers to have their own room, so my family will be sleeping three to a room. We have a banya, which is the traditional (or common, I should say) Kyrgyz bathing method - it's essentially a very, very hot sauna.
I'm excited to go to Talas. I've considered it the land of mystery - as Americans we know very little about Kyrgyzstan, but talking to people in Kyrgyzstan, they all seem to know very little about this oblast. Volunteersalways say, "I hear it's nice, but I've never been." Locals (from the north -- there's a huge north/south rivalryin country) say it's beautiful, and has mountains and forests, but that essentially describes anyplace in Kyrgyzstan. I find it an intriguing challenge to uncover this oblast.
Right now my speaking capabilities are very limited but I can hold basic conversations. Listening, I can usuallyunderstand at least the gist of things. My new host mother (eje) uses many words I have yet to have heard (perhaps due to regional dialect differences) so that will be a challenge. I do, however, feel confident aboutthis whole prospect and look forward to getting some good work attempts in. Who knows, maybe something I do will prove useful.
Chris
Today (1-9-08) wasn't the first day of class, but it was a rather big holiday. All the primary/secondary schoolstudents were at my village's school, and they all came in their finest costumes (suit is called costume) People who are nervous about speaking in front of large crowds have absolutely nothing over this situation -1100+ eyes all staring at the only American in the village (and, most likely, the first they've ever seen) asI'm shuffled up front to be a spectacle sitting beside the center-stage panel of school director & co. Nevermindthat they had cameras (yes, video/tv cameras) rolling for this event; the pomp and circumstance was enormous, simply with the speeches and dress alone. And, oh yeah, I had to give a speech too -- so here I am, the newcomer,the oddball, the barely-speaks-Kyrgyz American, in front of one of the most elaborate ceremonies I've ever seen(and I've seen some crap, be it a Derby holiday or D.C. procession), with a thousand + native Kyrgyz speakers listening, and I have to give a speech. I've given several speeches before, and I know and can deal with the nervousness that goes along with it -- this situation was a whole new ballgame. Everyone else who spoke was up there for about 5 minutes. I had my one paragraph and lasted roughly 30 seconds to one minute. My hands were drenched and my heart just about ready to burst from my chest. But I made it, sat down, and watched the rest ofthe ceremony (while being watched in return).
Today was overall very good. I met with the two English teachers at my school (who will be my counterparts) -I was impressed, especially since neither of them have been outside of Kyrgyzstan. The school is very large, with1000 students and 70-80 teachers. Both of the English teachers are very young, in their 20s, so introducing newideas will be much easier for me. Everyone at the school was cordial and inviting, perhaps even protective, and I think things will go well.
My new host family seems pretty nice at the moment as well. My host "mother" insists that I call her Eje -- she is36, which is why Apa (mother) seems too old for her. There are 5 children in the family - 3 sisters and 2 brothers. They all seem great and the youngest two are adorable. No host father - he died, I believe. This familywill be different from the one I have in my training village, but I have no real concerns at the moment (other than communication -- things suddenly got harder once I realized my family speaks at normal Kyrgyz [or Russian,that's always a frustrating factor] speed, or have the Kazak dialectual influence. Cultural differences are alsoplaying a part for my new village -- things that were acceptable in my training village aren't acceptable (at least for now), different greetings, people looking at me like I have lobsters crawling out of my ears. You know,the typical "What is that thing walking down the street?!?" reaction.
It's hard to believe that a new school year has started and I'll be on the other side of the desks. Some would say I'm here to avoid real life. I think this is more real than anyone could get (even in the US, ha!). Here's to actual, honest work, all without getting paid!
Chris
When one comes to the Peace Corps, I'm sure there are plenty of reasons involved. Saving the world is a common mentality. Something to do after college is another. Taking a (supposedly) free international trip? Maybe. Whatever the reason, we're here and we have a job to do. I've been taking a lot of time recently to think about this, especially since I was recently in relatively close proximity to all the Talas volunteers yesterday, boththe old and new.
There are some things Peace Corps likes to overexaggerate - such as explaining the worst case scenario for virtuallyevery possible event. Some things they have are strict policy. Some things they have are not necessarily strict, but they're trying to work something into the image. Take for instance drinking in Kyrgyzstan - by all accounts prior to departure I was informed that it would be impossible to avoid drinking alcohol (particularly vodka). However, once I arrived here, I found out that avoiding the nectar of parties and toilets is not only feasible (ifa bit socially akward, especially in a former Soviet state), but in certain regards it's actually better from a social standpoint due to the Muslim population in-country. However, there is still that Russian influence, and drinks are the primary stock of just about every single store in Kyrgyzstan. It's given me some time to reflect and think on this whole drinking situation.
For those who don't know, prior to leaving to Kyrgyzstan I hadn't touched one drop of alcohol. I'm very proud of the fact that I went throughout my entire college career without touching the stuff. There are many reasons whyI didn't drink -- among them witnessing friends falter and go down dark holes due to consumption, my avid approachto peer pressure (in that it means a whole lot of nothing to me), and just attempting to be a decent role-model.After hearing what I did about Kyrgyzstan I tried some the week before I came, just so I could get an indicationas to what it was like, primarily because of all the horror stories of being unable to avoid drinking. Well, I gethere and see that I can (and, as a volunteer, am strongly encouraged to do so) avoid drinking if I so choose.
Yesterday all the volunteers in my oblast got together and had a pretty raucous party - most everyone drank, I didnot. Now, I'm not against drinking by any stretch of the imagination - I completely understand the need to blow off some steam, have a good time, enjoy something delicious, etc. But, this is a case that I think is detrimentalto our presence here. Here's a rather large group of Americans, in the middle of a public restaurant, loudly living it up in the middle of a culture that seems to admonish such behavior. It's at this point that I realize that, while perhaps in the future I may (may) drink moderately, nothing strong, and never in such a situation asto be the stupid American causing a scene, I will try my hardest not to drink throughout my service. It's something that I feel will go hand-in-hand with other policies such as dress code and code of conduct - many volunteers take those with a grain of salt, I will try to follow them as much as possible.
As a volunteer who has volunteer experience (not just study abroad experience), representative experience, andcultural exchange experience, I feel I have some ground to stand on. I've gotten flak from others for my stances,but in most instances I think they only have experience (time-wise and language-wise) in Kyrgyzstan. It's truethat as a volunteer, being one of the very, very few Americans in this country (and in my case the first in thevillage), we are constantly being monitored and scrutinized. One slip up, one dire or outrageous mistake can ruin months' worth of work and hurt a volunteer's image (which in turn hurts other volunteers and Peace Corps). So many people who are here now don't seem to realize this - complaints are often about how this or that is different, or I can't get/do this, and regard isn't given to the situation. It's impossible to step outside of theKyrgyzstan box - this is a 24 hour job, and the only way to get a real, actual break is to go to a different country or possibly go to the middle of nowhere.
It's aggrivating to have these attitudes around me - I thought that by joining Peace Corps I would be leaving insensitivity and self-centered actions behind. Instead there are people who seem to be living for the weekend, in Peace Corps. That statement just leaves me dumbfounded. I seriously hope I'm wrong, and I know thereare plenty of good people here, but this is something that's been bugging me for the longest time, ever sinceleaving Philadelphia. I came here to work, to attempt to help a community that could use new ideas to great benefit, to try showing people and organizations how to acquire resources that they could use. I came here to be a volunteer. It just doesn't seem that way to me for some people in this group, and I hope I never get called culturally insensitive by another drunk volunteer again. If need be I'll spend all my time with my community andforego visiting others.
Sorry if this last entry was a downer -- I just think people need to take time and realize that this isn't a frat party or fun special time. We're in Peace Corps.
Everything is going well now. One thing I would like to make note of: any mail being sent to me will get here much sooner if it has the Cyrillic address on it as well. Some items I have received have blocks or blanks where the Cyrillic would be; mail will get to me with just the English, but having the Cyrillic will shorten delivery time by about 2 weeks or so (from what I've experienced). Thank you, though, to everyone who has sent me mail -- I absolutely love getting news, and pictures are practically a godsend.
Well, for now I don't have much else in the way of an update. I hope everyone is doing well, and my thoughts and prayers go out to those who are not.
Peace,
Chris
So the time has finally come, where I get to visit my permanant site (Peace Corps so far seems to be one bigtransitional step after the other). Things will be a lot different for me, I believe. My host mother (though sheprefers to be called Eje, which is big sister/aunt/teacher[female]/et al) is 36, has five children, and apparentlymakes/sells clothes. The father in the family died. I feel bad because Peace Corps requires all volunteers to have their own room, so my family will be sleeping three to a room. We have a banya, which is the traditional (or common, I should say) Kyrgyz bathing method - it's essentially a very, very hot sauna.
I'm excited to go to Talas. I've considered it the land of mystery - as Americans we know very little about Kyrgyzstan, but talking to people in Kyrgyzstan, they all seem to know very little about this oblast. Volunteersalways say, "I hear it's nice, but I've never been." Locals (from the north -- there's a huge north/south rivalryin country) say it's beautiful, and has mountains and forests, but that essentially describes anyplace in Kyrgyzstan. I find it an intriguing challenge to uncover this oblast.
Right now my speaking capabilities are very limited but I can hold basic conversations. Listening, I can usuallyunderstand at least the gist of things. My new host mother (eje) uses many words I have yet to have heard (perhaps due to regional dialect differences) so that will be a challenge. I do, however, feel confident aboutthis whole prospect and look forward to getting some good work attempts in. Who knows, maybe something I do will prove useful.
Chris
Today (1-9-08) wasn't the first day of class, but it was a rather big holiday. All the primary/secondary schoolstudents were at my village's school, and they all came in their finest costumes (suit is called costume) People who are nervous about speaking in front of large crowds have absolutely nothing over this situation -1100+ eyes all staring at the only American in the village (and, most likely, the first they've ever seen) asI'm shuffled up front to be a spectacle sitting beside the center-stage panel of school director & co. Nevermindthat they had cameras (yes, video/tv cameras) rolling for this event; the pomp and circumstance was enormous, simply with the speeches and dress alone. And, oh yeah, I had to give a speech too -- so here I am, the newcomer,the oddball, the barely-speaks-Kyrgyz American, in front of one of the most elaborate ceremonies I've ever seen(and I've seen some crap, be it a Derby holiday or D.C. procession), with a thousand + native Kyrgyz speakers listening, and I have to give a speech. I've given several speeches before, and I know and can deal with the nervousness that goes along with it -- this situation was a whole new ballgame. Everyone else who spoke was up there for about 5 minutes. I had my one paragraph and lasted roughly 30 seconds to one minute. My hands were drenched and my heart just about ready to burst from my chest. But I made it, sat down, and watched the rest ofthe ceremony (while being watched in return).
Today was overall very good. I met with the two English teachers at my school (who will be my counterparts) -I was impressed, especially since neither of them have been outside of Kyrgyzstan. The school is very large, with1000 students and 70-80 teachers. Both of the English teachers are very young, in their 20s, so introducing newideas will be much easier for me. Everyone at the school was cordial and inviting, perhaps even protective, and I think things will go well.
My new host family seems pretty nice at the moment as well. My host "mother" insists that I call her Eje -- she is36, which is why Apa (mother) seems too old for her. There are 5 children in the family - 3 sisters and 2 brothers. They all seem great and the youngest two are adorable. No host father - he died, I believe. This familywill be different from the one I have in my training village, but I have no real concerns at the moment (other than communication -- things suddenly got harder once I realized my family speaks at normal Kyrgyz [or Russian,that's always a frustrating factor] speed, or have the Kazak dialectual influence. Cultural differences are alsoplaying a part for my new village -- things that were acceptable in my training village aren't acceptable (at least for now), different greetings, people looking at me like I have lobsters crawling out of my ears. You know,the typical "What is that thing walking down the street?!?" reaction.
It's hard to believe that a new school year has started and I'll be on the other side of the desks. Some would say I'm here to avoid real life. I think this is more real than anyone could get (even in the US, ha!). Here's to actual, honest work, all without getting paid!
Chris
When one comes to the Peace Corps, I'm sure there are plenty of reasons involved. Saving the world is a common mentality. Something to do after college is another. Taking a (supposedly) free international trip? Maybe. Whatever the reason, we're here and we have a job to do. I've been taking a lot of time recently to think about this, especially since I was recently in relatively close proximity to all the Talas volunteers yesterday, boththe old and new.
There are some things Peace Corps likes to overexaggerate - such as explaining the worst case scenario for virtuallyevery possible event. Some things they have are strict policy. Some things they have are not necessarily strict, but they're trying to work something into the image. Take for instance drinking in Kyrgyzstan - by all accounts prior to departure I was informed that it would be impossible to avoid drinking alcohol (particularly vodka). However, once I arrived here, I found out that avoiding the nectar of parties and toilets is not only feasible (ifa bit socially akward, especially in a former Soviet state), but in certain regards it's actually better from a social standpoint due to the Muslim population in-country. However, there is still that Russian influence, and drinks are the primary stock of just about every single store in Kyrgyzstan. It's given me some time to reflect and think on this whole drinking situation.
For those who don't know, prior to leaving to Kyrgyzstan I hadn't touched one drop of alcohol. I'm very proud of the fact that I went throughout my entire college career without touching the stuff. There are many reasons whyI didn't drink -- among them witnessing friends falter and go down dark holes due to consumption, my avid approachto peer pressure (in that it means a whole lot of nothing to me), and just attempting to be a decent role-model.After hearing what I did about Kyrgyzstan I tried some the week before I came, just so I could get an indicationas to what it was like, primarily because of all the horror stories of being unable to avoid drinking. Well, I gethere and see that I can (and, as a volunteer, am strongly encouraged to do so) avoid drinking if I so choose.
Yesterday all the volunteers in my oblast got together and had a pretty raucous party - most everyone drank, I didnot. Now, I'm not against drinking by any stretch of the imagination - I completely understand the need to blow off some steam, have a good time, enjoy something delicious, etc. But, this is a case that I think is detrimentalto our presence here. Here's a rather large group of Americans, in the middle of a public restaurant, loudly living it up in the middle of a culture that seems to admonish such behavior. It's at this point that I realize that, while perhaps in the future I may (may) drink moderately, nothing strong, and never in such a situation asto be the stupid American causing a scene, I will try my hardest not to drink throughout my service. It's something that I feel will go hand-in-hand with other policies such as dress code and code of conduct - many volunteers take those with a grain of salt, I will try to follow them as much as possible.
As a volunteer who has volunteer experience (not just study abroad experience), representative experience, andcultural exchange experience, I feel I have some ground to stand on. I've gotten flak from others for my stances,but in most instances I think they only have experience (time-wise and language-wise) in Kyrgyzstan. It's truethat as a volunteer, being one of the very, very few Americans in this country (and in my case the first in thevillage), we are constantly being monitored and scrutinized. One slip up, one dire or outrageous mistake can ruin months' worth of work and hurt a volunteer's image (which in turn hurts other volunteers and Peace Corps). So many people who are here now don't seem to realize this - complaints are often about how this or that is different, or I can't get/do this, and regard isn't given to the situation. It's impossible to step outside of theKyrgyzstan box - this is a 24 hour job, and the only way to get a real, actual break is to go to a different country or possibly go to the middle of nowhere.
It's aggrivating to have these attitudes around me - I thought that by joining Peace Corps I would be leaving insensitivity and self-centered actions behind. Instead there are people who seem to be living for the weekend, in Peace Corps. That statement just leaves me dumbfounded. I seriously hope I'm wrong, and I know thereare plenty of good people here, but this is something that's been bugging me for the longest time, ever sinceleaving Philadelphia. I came here to work, to attempt to help a community that could use new ideas to great benefit, to try showing people and organizations how to acquire resources that they could use. I came here to be a volunteer. It just doesn't seem that way to me for some people in this group, and I hope I never get called culturally insensitive by another drunk volunteer again. If need be I'll spend all my time with my community andforego visiting others.
Sorry if this last entry was a downer -- I just think people need to take time and realize that this isn't a frat party or fun special time. We're in Peace Corps.
Everything is going well now. One thing I would like to make note of: any mail being sent to me will get here much sooner if it has the Cyrillic address on it as well. Some items I have received have blocks or blanks where the Cyrillic would be; mail will get to me with just the English, but having the Cyrillic will shorten delivery time by about 2 weeks or so (from what I've experienced). Thank you, though, to everyone who has sent me mail -- I absolutely love getting news, and pictures are practically a godsend.
Well, for now I don't have much else in the way of an update. I hope everyone is doing well, and my thoughts and prayers go out to those who are not.
Peace,
Chris
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
News News News
Hello all, I have some big news today. This is my most recent log:
As I'm sitting here today, I can't help but feel contentment over how well my family treats me. Today (Sunday) is
my Дем-алыш, эс-ал кун (weekend, rest day) and after the week I've had and the week I'm going to have it feels
very good to just relax. But, this past week I've been the happiest I've been since my first day in-country; I had
my first actual conversation with my host family, received a package from home, am starting to fit in more with
the people around me, and can finally tune-out the nonsense that I haven't been able to for the past four weeks.
Overall things are good right now.
As for my family, they're really great. Some things are annoying, like today (or last week) when they told me to
let them do one thing, like vacuum my room or let them take my sheets so they can clean them, which results in
them completely cleaning everything in my room (I'm 22, I think I can do that by now), but still, that's part of
their hospitality. However, they're some of the nicest people I've ever met, and they don't push or shove anything
on me. They've taken good care of me and treat me so well, it's going to hurt when I have to leave them in a month
and a half.
Speaking of which, I find out this coming Wednesday where my permanant site will be in Kyrgyzstan. There's a lot
of anxiety from all the volunteers, and while I don't think I'm nearly as bad as most, I'm not excluded from that
description. My preferences are few and slim -- I'm basically willing to go anywhere, though would prefer the
north due to how hot summers can be here. Still, it's exciting to think that I'll be traveling outside the comfort
of this village and throwing myself into a completely Kyrgyz village -- finally I can get away from most of the
volunteers that annoy me, and will have to use Kyrgyz instead of having an English crutch to rely on.
I haven't been sick all week, which is a good sign. Yesterday we had a cultural event where we had to do things
like build а боз-уй (yurt), reenact a wedding ceremony, and wear cool Kyrgyz or Russian clothes. I got to wear an
amazing Kalpak and traditional clothing (got called Harry Potter so much because of how robe-ish the clothes are)
and completely loved it. Once I can immerse myself without having to deal with people complaining about how they
can't go into Bishkek every day, or how simple the language is, or how they shouldn't have to change because
they're American and don't need to adjust to living in a new environment, I think I will completely fall in love
with Kyrgyzstan. Right now I'm about halfway there.
Unfortunately my host-grandfather died on Friday, so my апа жана ата (mom and dad) went to Naryn, where they are
originally from, to go pay respects etc. Right now it's just my карандаш (name for younger sister, for
older brothers), ини (younger brother), my, uh... карандаш (cousin, extended family names get confusing) and
myself at home. They're playing music very loudly while going about chores around the house. It's amazing how the
family runs when no parent are around -- my sister makes all the food, cleans the house, esentially doing
everything (though she has help from her cousin), while my brother, being the typical Kyrgyz male, just kind of
plays all day. It's easier for me to help out when the parents aren't around (I literally got yelled at by my mom
for cleaning up plates after lunch), but these opportunities are few and far between.
Well, I'm sure there's plenty going on in the world for everyone else, so I'll sign off here. I hope everyone is
doing well and that life is good!
Chris
Today I found out where I'll be going for the next two months. I am going to Talas Oblast, in Northwestern Kyrgyzstan. I will be the first volunteer in my village and the only volunteer in my rayon (district). I will be roughly 45 minutes away from the nearest city (Talas), which isn't too bad at all. Talas is fairly cold in the winter and mild in the summer, has forests and beautiful scenery, and is the site for many of the tales from Manas, the Kyrgyz national epic poem.
I'm very excited because I wanted to go to Talas. My food there will primarily be potatoes, sweet beats, and beans during the winter. Summer throughout Kyrgyzstan has a plethora of fruits and vegetables. There will be one volunteer not too far from me, and several others scattered throughout the oblast. By taxi or marshurtka, it will take about 5 hours to travel to/from Talas City and Bishkek.
I wish I had more time to address everyone's emails, but time is not on my side. I have received mail and packages, and am very grateful for that. Currently things are going excellently. Sorry to everyone who got the impression my pictures were the correct ones -- they should be up on the blog at the moment.
I'm sorry for your loss Brother George, and will keep you in my heart and prayers.
Peace,
Chris
As I'm sitting here today, I can't help but feel contentment over how well my family treats me. Today (Sunday) is
my Дем-алыш, эс-ал кун (weekend, rest day) and after the week I've had and the week I'm going to have it feels
very good to just relax. But, this past week I've been the happiest I've been since my first day in-country; I had
my first actual conversation with my host family, received a package from home, am starting to fit in more with
the people around me, and can finally tune-out the nonsense that I haven't been able to for the past four weeks.
Overall things are good right now.
As for my family, they're really great. Some things are annoying, like today (or last week) when they told me to
let them do one thing, like vacuum my room or let them take my sheets so they can clean them, which results in
them completely cleaning everything in my room (I'm 22, I think I can do that by now), but still, that's part of
their hospitality. However, they're some of the nicest people I've ever met, and they don't push or shove anything
on me. They've taken good care of me and treat me so well, it's going to hurt when I have to leave them in a month
and a half.
Speaking of which, I find out this coming Wednesday where my permanant site will be in Kyrgyzstan. There's a lot
of anxiety from all the volunteers, and while I don't think I'm nearly as bad as most, I'm not excluded from that
description. My preferences are few and slim -- I'm basically willing to go anywhere, though would prefer the
north due to how hot summers can be here. Still, it's exciting to think that I'll be traveling outside the comfort
of this village and throwing myself into a completely Kyrgyz village -- finally I can get away from most of the
volunteers that annoy me, and will have to use Kyrgyz instead of having an English crutch to rely on.
I haven't been sick all week, which is a good sign. Yesterday we had a cultural event where we had to do things
like build а боз-уй (yurt), reenact a wedding ceremony, and wear cool Kyrgyz or Russian clothes. I got to wear an
amazing Kalpak and traditional clothing (got called Harry Potter so much because of how robe-ish the clothes are)
and completely loved it. Once I can immerse myself without having to deal with people complaining about how they
can't go into Bishkek every day, or how simple the language is, or how they shouldn't have to change because
they're American and don't need to adjust to living in a new environment, I think I will completely fall in love
with Kyrgyzstan. Right now I'm about halfway there.
Unfortunately my host-grandfather died on Friday, so my апа жана ата (mom and dad) went to Naryn, where they are
originally from, to go pay respects etc. Right now it's just my карандаш (name for younger sister, for
older brothers), ини (younger brother), my, uh... карандаш (cousin, extended family names get confusing) and
myself at home. They're playing music very loudly while going about chores around the house. It's amazing how the
family runs when no parent are around -- my sister makes all the food, cleans the house, esentially doing
everything (though she has help from her cousin), while my brother, being the typical Kyrgyz male, just kind of
plays all day. It's easier for me to help out when the parents aren't around (I literally got yelled at by my mom
for cleaning up plates after lunch), but these opportunities are few and far between.
Well, I'm sure there's plenty going on in the world for everyone else, so I'll sign off here. I hope everyone is
doing well and that life is good!
Chris
Today I found out where I'll be going for the next two months. I am going to Talas Oblast, in Northwestern Kyrgyzstan. I will be the first volunteer in my village and the only volunteer in my rayon (district). I will be roughly 45 minutes away from the nearest city (Talas), which isn't too bad at all. Talas is fairly cold in the winter and mild in the summer, has forests and beautiful scenery, and is the site for many of the tales from Manas, the Kyrgyz national epic poem.
I'm very excited because I wanted to go to Talas. My food there will primarily be potatoes, sweet beats, and beans during the winter. Summer throughout Kyrgyzstan has a plethora of fruits and vegetables. There will be one volunteer not too far from me, and several others scattered throughout the oblast. By taxi or marshurtka, it will take about 5 hours to travel to/from Talas City and Bishkek.
I wish I had more time to address everyone's emails, but time is not on my side. I have received mail and packages, and am very grateful for that. Currently things are going excellently. Sorry to everyone who got the impression my pictures were the correct ones -- they should be up on the blog at the moment.
I'm sorry for your loss Brother George, and will keep you in my heart and prayers.
Peace,
Chris
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Update!
Hello all,
Finally a chance to get some of my journal entries up:
So as I’m sitting here in my host family’s home, I can’t help but think back on the events of the past two weeks. A lot has happened -- settling in for the next three months in a completely different country that happens to have outstanding hospitality, it’s bound to happen. The expected and unexpected are bothprevalent in my village, and I think it makes for a good dynamic that will keep me on my toes.
The Biggest (capital B) challenge right now is getting the language down. Kyrgyz isn’t necessarily a difficult language, but I’ve never been the greatest language student to begin with. Add in the different alphabet (I always want to use an English puh for p’s, which are pronounced reh in Cyrillic, and so on with a few others). Progress is never set in stone, but day by day things have gotten incrementally better. That, and my Kyrgyz teacher (whose name sounds exactly like a certain LOTR ring-wraith, but means gentle flower) is pretty awesome.
I’ve been completely surprised with the food here in Kyrgyzstan. All reports have said that it isn’t all that good -- on the contrary most everything I’ve had has been fantastic. Granted, it’s usually some combination of similar things (rice, meat, potatoes, vegetables), but everything is as fresh as can be, from apples to eggs. My food barriers, such as with onions, are starting to diminish both by design (can I really afford to not eat a meal?) and choice (it tastes good!). It’s all a surprise, but fairly pleasant at that.
Animals, animals, everywhere, not a lick of grass to eat! Actually, that’s not true; there are many fields etc. in my village for grazing. It’s quite a change having cow herds roaming through your front yard 2-8 times every day, or having a donkey in the schoolyard. My home has chickens and roosters in it(as well as a veritable personal farm) -- they lied about roosters! They cuckooo whenever they damn well please, be it 3 in the morning or 7 at night, always seemingly at a time designated to not waking up. But I digress, the situation with the animals is definitely a transition from what I’m used to, and Concurrence Donkey (a donkey near my home that often ehaws after statements I make, seemingly in agreement) concurs.
I do miss home a bit, but I feel right at place here. The lack of communication -- both among the people here and to the people back home -- definitely is the hardest part right now. However, it’s early yet, and we’ll see how I make due. As for now, I just need to cross my T’s, Reh my P’s, and push forward with my training.
All the best,
Chris
So I’ve reached a point where understanding words/statements is a possibility. Speaking… not so much (especially for me, the talkative one), but I’m betteroff today than I was yesterday. Language lessons are rough, reminding me of my drudgery in Latin. I do a bit better outside of class, however, where I can realize “Oooh, I know that word! Let’s go from there…”
Culturally speaking, things seem to be going well. My stomach isn’t as grumbly, the food being prepared after the week or so we’ve been here is still tastyand fresh, and a routine (if it can be called that) is being formed. It’s interesting seeing my undies out on a clothesline -- they were just in a washing machine a few minutes ago (my family is fortunate enough to have a washing machine, many families wash by hand). At this point the differences between Kyrgyz and American culture seem minute and surmountable, which makes me happpppy.
Things seem to be cracking down a bit. We have more lessons on various things, projects are starting up, and workloads are increasing. This makes me somewhat glad -- finally an opportunity to start up an English Club, getting involved in the community besides saying “Hi” to strangers, etc. Practice, practice, practice! Two and a half months left of pre-service training.
Personally I think I’m on an upswing. Last week was a bit of a downer, primarily because of how abysmal my performance was compared to the other trainees. We’re reaching more of an evening-out point right now though, which is good for me. Other than that, my host family treats me very well; I spend what time I’m not studying or Chai Eeching (drinking tea -- meal time) playing with my brothers, watching TV with various family members (Ghost Busters completely dubbed in Russian? Yes please!), or attempting to hang out with the elusive PCT.
Right now there’s a news program on covering Borat and the negative image it has on Central Asia. It makes me angry to see such a thing because of how true it is -- these people who have no connection at all to Ali G’s character are judged by an entire world from the stupidity pouring out of bored minds.Do Americans get to see how cordial and endearing Kyrgyzstanis are? Do they get to see the beauty of this country, of it’s people? How ingenious these communities are for making so much out of what we consider so little? No. We see the idiocy of Borat and think it’s actuality. For a country that’s making tremendous strides to bolster its well-being, Borat is an unnecessary thorn hurled callously toward the heart of noble and generous people, all for a cheap laugh.
Саламатсызбы? (Formal greeting -- moreso than hello)
Кандайсыз? (Formal how are you)
Менин атым Кристофер. (My name is Christopher)
If you can't tell, I've found an option to use Kyrgyz Cyrillic on my computer -- it's pretty cool. Unfortunately two letters from the alphabet are missing,but who needs words such as family and room anyway?
So things are on a bit of an upswing for me -- I'm completely recovered from my food poisoning and can eat sheep's head to my hearts content, language isgetting better (though group work and practical use are still iffy), and I'm beginning to find a comfort zone with the other volunteers. My host family is great -- they are fairly understanding and cordial people, often letting me do whatever I need to (though they probably thing I'm a weirdo when I try helping out with, say, cleaning up the dishes, or helping my host dad move metal rods from the scrap pile).
The weather here is gorgeous. Most days are hot, but the skies are so clear and the landscape so starkly beautiful. There's a problem with water in the area;people often have to stock up because there isn't enough to last everyone throughout the day. Power in this country primarily runs off of hydroelectricity sowith the water shortage also comes a power shortage. It doesn't rain very often, and when it does it's very light and short (much different than back home). I still get plenty of water and sustinace so no worries on my end (I've had more tea in one week than I have the previous 21 years of my life). However, it'sannoying when voluteers complain about mundane things like being unable to travel for the purpose of shopping when the local Kyrgyzstani doesn't complain one lick about not having water, or calling the night early because power went out.
Yesterday I gave my iPod a whirl -- music can be pretty soothing on a weary soul. Johnny Cash (country?!?) hit the spot, surprisingly. It just goes to show-- preconceived notions aren't all they're cracked up to be. What a good lesson for coming into the Peace Corps.
Well, everything is going well. I hope everyone back in the states and elsewhere are doing well themselves!
Жакшы калыныз!
Крис
So everything is going pretty good now. I'm getting language down bit by bit and can eat food just fine again.
Right now I'm just sitting in an internet cafe after spending all day at the Peace Corps hub site with the 59 other volunteers.
Addressing some inqueries: Food here is relatively oily yet fresh, often some combination of rice, potatoes or noodles with vegetables (onions, carrots, green beans, tomatoes, cucumbers are common) and small pieces of meat (usually sheep, sometimes chicken or beef). Every day I get up, walk to the sink which is outside to clean up, usually use the tooalet (an outhouse far back in the backyard), go to class, eat at one of the other 8 volunteers' houses in my village, go home and spend most of the time studying or doing something or other with my host family (usually my eenee, my little 10 year old brother). I try to help out around the house, but doing laundry or other work for myself seems pretty taboo at this point as the work is forcefully taken from me for (most often) my sister to do. Walking around is interesting -- there are big snowcapped mountains for my backyard view, and plenty of dogs, donkeys, cows, and sheep to entertain the eye on my travels. The people are fairly nice and cordial -- no incidents as of yet. Mail is a hassle right now because the local post office is often closed and doesn't seem to carry many stamps, so sorry if I can't send much out at the moment.
As I'm starting to find comfort here, I feel more and more at place. Good times to come, esp. for the future.
All the best,
Chris
Finally a chance to get some of my journal entries up:
So as I’m sitting here in my host family’s home, I can’t help but think back on the events of the past two weeks. A lot has happened -- settling in for the next three months in a completely different country that happens to have outstanding hospitality, it’s bound to happen. The expected and unexpected are bothprevalent in my village, and I think it makes for a good dynamic that will keep me on my toes.
The Biggest (capital B) challenge right now is getting the language down. Kyrgyz isn’t necessarily a difficult language, but I’ve never been the greatest language student to begin with. Add in the different alphabet (I always want to use an English puh for p’s, which are pronounced reh in Cyrillic, and so on with a few others). Progress is never set in stone, but day by day things have gotten incrementally better. That, and my Kyrgyz teacher (whose name sounds exactly like a certain LOTR ring-wraith, but means gentle flower) is pretty awesome.
I’ve been completely surprised with the food here in Kyrgyzstan. All reports have said that it isn’t all that good -- on the contrary most everything I’ve had has been fantastic. Granted, it’s usually some combination of similar things (rice, meat, potatoes, vegetables), but everything is as fresh as can be, from apples to eggs. My food barriers, such as with onions, are starting to diminish both by design (can I really afford to not eat a meal?) and choice (it tastes good!). It’s all a surprise, but fairly pleasant at that.
Animals, animals, everywhere, not a lick of grass to eat! Actually, that’s not true; there are many fields etc. in my village for grazing. It’s quite a change having cow herds roaming through your front yard 2-8 times every day, or having a donkey in the schoolyard. My home has chickens and roosters in it(as well as a veritable personal farm) -- they lied about roosters! They cuckooo whenever they damn well please, be it 3 in the morning or 7 at night, always seemingly at a time designated to not waking up. But I digress, the situation with the animals is definitely a transition from what I’m used to, and Concurrence Donkey (a donkey near my home that often ehaws after statements I make, seemingly in agreement) concurs.
I do miss home a bit, but I feel right at place here. The lack of communication -- both among the people here and to the people back home -- definitely is the hardest part right now. However, it’s early yet, and we’ll see how I make due. As for now, I just need to cross my T’s, Reh my P’s, and push forward with my training.
All the best,
Chris
So I’ve reached a point where understanding words/statements is a possibility. Speaking… not so much (especially for me, the talkative one), but I’m betteroff today than I was yesterday. Language lessons are rough, reminding me of my drudgery in Latin. I do a bit better outside of class, however, where I can realize “Oooh, I know that word! Let’s go from there…”
Culturally speaking, things seem to be going well. My stomach isn’t as grumbly, the food being prepared after the week or so we’ve been here is still tastyand fresh, and a routine (if it can be called that) is being formed. It’s interesting seeing my undies out on a clothesline -- they were just in a washing machine a few minutes ago (my family is fortunate enough to have a washing machine, many families wash by hand). At this point the differences between Kyrgyz and American culture seem minute and surmountable, which makes me happpppy.
Things seem to be cracking down a bit. We have more lessons on various things, projects are starting up, and workloads are increasing. This makes me somewhat glad -- finally an opportunity to start up an English Club, getting involved in the community besides saying “Hi” to strangers, etc. Practice, practice, practice! Two and a half months left of pre-service training.
Personally I think I’m on an upswing. Last week was a bit of a downer, primarily because of how abysmal my performance was compared to the other trainees. We’re reaching more of an evening-out point right now though, which is good for me. Other than that, my host family treats me very well; I spend what time I’m not studying or Chai Eeching (drinking tea -- meal time) playing with my brothers, watching TV with various family members (Ghost Busters completely dubbed in Russian? Yes please!), or attempting to hang out with the elusive PCT.
Right now there’s a news program on covering Borat and the negative image it has on Central Asia. It makes me angry to see such a thing because of how true it is -- these people who have no connection at all to Ali G’s character are judged by an entire world from the stupidity pouring out of bored minds.Do Americans get to see how cordial and endearing Kyrgyzstanis are? Do they get to see the beauty of this country, of it’s people? How ingenious these communities are for making so much out of what we consider so little? No. We see the idiocy of Borat and think it’s actuality. For a country that’s making tremendous strides to bolster its well-being, Borat is an unnecessary thorn hurled callously toward the heart of noble and generous people, all for a cheap laugh.
Саламатсызбы? (Formal greeting -- moreso than hello)
Кандайсыз? (Formal how are you)
Менин атым Кристофер. (My name is Christopher)
If you can't tell, I've found an option to use Kyrgyz Cyrillic on my computer -- it's pretty cool. Unfortunately two letters from the alphabet are missing,but who needs words such as family and room anyway?
So things are on a bit of an upswing for me -- I'm completely recovered from my food poisoning and can eat sheep's head to my hearts content, language isgetting better (though group work and practical use are still iffy), and I'm beginning to find a comfort zone with the other volunteers. My host family is great -- they are fairly understanding and cordial people, often letting me do whatever I need to (though they probably thing I'm a weirdo when I try helping out with, say, cleaning up the dishes, or helping my host dad move metal rods from the scrap pile).
The weather here is gorgeous. Most days are hot, but the skies are so clear and the landscape so starkly beautiful. There's a problem with water in the area;people often have to stock up because there isn't enough to last everyone throughout the day. Power in this country primarily runs off of hydroelectricity sowith the water shortage also comes a power shortage. It doesn't rain very often, and when it does it's very light and short (much different than back home). I still get plenty of water and sustinace so no worries on my end (I've had more tea in one week than I have the previous 21 years of my life). However, it'sannoying when voluteers complain about mundane things like being unable to travel for the purpose of shopping when the local Kyrgyzstani doesn't complain one lick about not having water, or calling the night early because power went out.
Yesterday I gave my iPod a whirl -- music can be pretty soothing on a weary soul. Johnny Cash (country?!?) hit the spot, surprisingly. It just goes to show-- preconceived notions aren't all they're cracked up to be. What a good lesson for coming into the Peace Corps.
Well, everything is going well. I hope everyone back in the states and elsewhere are doing well themselves!
Жакшы калыныз!
Крис
So everything is going pretty good now. I'm getting language down bit by bit and can eat food just fine again.
Right now I'm just sitting in an internet cafe after spending all day at the Peace Corps hub site with the 59 other volunteers.
Addressing some inqueries: Food here is relatively oily yet fresh, often some combination of rice, potatoes or noodles with vegetables (onions, carrots, green beans, tomatoes, cucumbers are common) and small pieces of meat (usually sheep, sometimes chicken or beef). Every day I get up, walk to the sink which is outside to clean up, usually use the tooalet (an outhouse far back in the backyard), go to class, eat at one of the other 8 volunteers' houses in my village, go home and spend most of the time studying or doing something or other with my host family (usually my eenee, my little 10 year old brother). I try to help out around the house, but doing laundry or other work for myself seems pretty taboo at this point as the work is forcefully taken from me for (most often) my sister to do. Walking around is interesting -- there are big snowcapped mountains for my backyard view, and plenty of dogs, donkeys, cows, and sheep to entertain the eye on my travels. The people are fairly nice and cordial -- no incidents as of yet. Mail is a hassle right now because the local post office is often closed and doesn't seem to carry many stamps, so sorry if I can't send much out at the moment.
As I'm starting to find comfort here, I feel more and more at place. Good times to come, esp. for the future.
All the best,
Chris
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Quickly
Hello all,
Unfortunately the PC I'm at doesn't seem to have a USB port, so my log will have to be brief. So far things have been going pretty good -- yesterday I got food poisoning and threw up for the first time in 8 years (grr...) but am feeling better now. Regular foods should be coming back soon.
My host family is really great, if anything they seem to take care of me too much. Language lessons are difficult. The food so far is pretty good (just have to watch out for the food poisoning and be careful). It's difficult, but I think things will get better as time goes on. I miss home but feel at place here.
Once I get to a computer with an actual case on it, I'll try posting pictures and journal entries. Until then, stay well and all the best!
Chris
Unfortunately the PC I'm at doesn't seem to have a USB port, so my log will have to be brief. So far things have been going pretty good -- yesterday I got food poisoning and threw up for the first time in 8 years (grr...) but am feeling better now. Regular foods should be coming back soon.
My host family is really great, if anything they seem to take care of me too much. Language lessons are difficult. The food so far is pretty good (just have to watch out for the food poisoning and be careful). It's difficult, but I think things will get better as time goes on. I miss home but feel at place here.
Once I get to a computer with an actual case on it, I'll try posting pictures and journal entries. Until then, stay well and all the best!
Chris
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