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Experience report Jolien
I've been in India for 11 days now. Now I would like to write a weekly report for everyone who is interested.
The day started at 6 o'clock. I slept better that night, before the heat was almost unbearable. There was a service that I was supposed to attend as a trial (since I'm not Catholic). The father keeps it in a small room for the boys in the shelter every day. After breakfast, which is already hearty eaten, we went to the shelter [Note: Accommodation for the street children]. The boys had dance training and practiced at a dance for tomorrow's Independence Day from India Wanted to go to the cinema. There were 15 of us in a car: three in the passenger seat, 8 in the back seat and 4 in the trunk. I found it very funny how naturally as many children as possible got into the car. In front of the cinema we had to wait for the rest of the children and during that time a bunch of men gathered around us and just looked at us (a volunteer and me). I didn't feel threatened, but more like an exhibit, like an animal in the zoo. In India, in contrast to Europe, it is not impolite to stare at someone for a long time and as a European you have to keep reminding yourself of it. Some women also looked, but no one really dared to speak to us and we did not answer any questions, but tried to ignore the people around. It was really an experience never imagined before. You have to experience the cinema in India too. The film wasn't to my liking! When the film started and the hero of the film appeared on the screen, the whole hall cheered and clapped. During the film, great scenes were also cheered for joy. The film wasn't over yet, half the hall was ready to go. It was a very nice experience for the boys and so it was nice for me to watch their joy.
Independence Day is a very important holiday in India and is celebrated on a large scale. The school had a program of speeches, several dances and songs sung. Everything was decorated in the colors of the Indian flag, orange, white, green. As with every festival, there was of course a lot of sweets. India has the world's highest per capita diabetes rate; Well: after this week I know why. You are literally forced to eat the sweet because they want to put it in your mouth. If you refuse, they could see it as an insult. It's cheaper here to buy fabric for clothes and then have them sewn than to buy ready-made clothes. So I bought some fabric and brought it to the seamstress. I think that's very good, because the seamstress also has a job and it's actually logical that unprocessed items cost less than processed items. With us it is only often the case that the clothes are being sewn in India and are therefore cheaper than the fabric itself. That is actually an absurdity. In the evening we drove to Sabbawaran. There was a competition for the children there and we volunteers were with judges. I also had to give a welcome speech and was shocked not knowing what to say. But I managed to say a few words.
Today for the first time I watched classes in the second and third grades, which are currently still being taught together. During the lunch break, we went to buy a sari, the traditional clothing of Indian women, for my birthday. On special, festive days are also allowed unmarried women wear a sari. I was nervous about teaching third grade the next day. So I tried to prepare as well as possible.
Today was my first time teaching and I was pretty excited beforehand. I thought I had prepared a lot, but the students could already do so much and so after a while I had to improvise and come up with something new. Time didn't go by that quickly, but at some point I made it and was happy about it. Now I knew a little more what level of performance the third class was at.
Today's class was not so positive. There is a slightly different notation for multiplication: I had prepared a task that I wanted to calculate as an example for multiplication by two factors, but then I got a different result than I had written down. When I got the other volunteer to help, I noticed that I had committed myself to both tasks and therefore of course had to come up with a different result. When I was still a student I was always upset about incompetent teachers and that made me feel all the worse that I now had difficulties myself. Apparently the students didn't take it offense at me as I did myself. It took a while for the first students to understand the principle of arithmetic, so I did the math one after another with them on the blackboard and this time I was able to explain it well. When some of them understood, I asked them to do the math To explain to others on the blackboard again. As homework I gave them a few more tasks so I could see the next day whether they understood it or not. I had looked up some useful words on Telugu beforehand and was now able to apply them . "Sit down" means, for example: "Kutschandi", "Got it?" Means: "Attameinda?". I found that they listen to Telugu better than English, so these words are very important in class. One of the students was very surprised about my new words. She called: “You speaking telugu!” (“You speak Telugu”). It was a nice feeling, on the one hand I was proud of myself to have said something in Telugu and on the other hand someone was happy for me. The students all sit on the floor during class. Here in India people generally live more on the floor: slept, cooked, ate and sat.
Of course, I had prepared myself again for class and from the math homework I could see that almost everyone had understood what they had learned from the day before. With those who still had difficulties, I added up a few tasks until they understood it, so it is possible to do maths and explain something, even if both sides can hardly understand each other. There were a few more students today than the day before and so I had to explain yesterday's material to them again. I sat down with each one and did the math, then I watched. I enjoyed it and the students were happy about every correct result. The time of the first two hours passed faster than expected. In English class I had introduced them to the colors in a playful way. In the painting class I wanted to test how much they had learned. I prepared a mandala by putting a different color in each box, you should now paint the box the correct color. My class actually did pretty well. The students of the second grade also took part in the drawing and many of them could not yet correctly assign the colors. So, for example, I wrote the word "Pink" on her sheet of paper with a pink pen. Now they could assign the colors by comparing the words. It was amazing how quickly some people understood this logic and others needed a little more help. It was nice to look after the children with this task and to help them. I felt pretty bad in the afternoon and stayed in bed until evening.
Saturday is the day off for the volunteers, but mostly something is planned. We were able to sleep longer and I drew my first henna tattoo. At 11.30 am we drove to the school, because the farewell to Fabiana and the welcome from Martina and me were to be celebrated there. It was really very warm because a program had been prepared of talking, singing and dancing. Each of the three of us volunteers had to give a short speech and this time I wasn't that surprised, we were given flowers and friendship bracelets, and on the wall there was a large poster that was printed for us with photos of us on it. I don't know whether the greeting here in India is generally so warm and solemn, in this facility a newcomer is at least very welcome. During the lunch break I bought jewelry in the bazaar and you had to act really hard to get a normal price. I still have to learn this toughness and patience. The monthly staff meeting took place at 5 p.m. Each employee gave a report on their work, but since almost everyone was speaking in Telugu, I didn't understand much. I had to introduce myself again. Then everyone who had / had a birthday in August was congratulated and a cake was cut.
Sunday mass at 7.15 a.m. today was dedicated to the farewell to one of the volunteers. During the day the guys prepared a program so I couldn't do anything with them and had some time for myself. I cleaned up, painted my hand with henna and wrote a diary. My free time was good for me: I had lunch in the shelter. There was something extra special: rice, chicken pieces with delicious sauce and vegetables with sauce, some very hot but also tasty. 6:30 p.m. the farewell program began with speeches, dances and a funny play. It was really very nice and touching. The weather: It's 30 to 35 degrees. It's a little colder at night. But you sweat a lot because of the high humidity, as Visakhapatnam is right by the sea. The first few days it was very bad and stressful, but after a while you get used to it. The Indians use a powder to counteract sweating. Clothing: Men usually wear long trousers and a short or long shirt. Married women mostly wear a saree, which consists of a tight, short blouse or a top. A cloth is wrapped into a skirt and placed over the shoulder so that the chest is covered by the cloth. I am wearing a punjabi. This outfit consists of loose trousers, a longer top, short-sleeved, small neckline at the front, slightly larger at the back. A cloth is worn over the top to cover the chest; the clothes are quite comfortable and you get used to the long trousers. People go barefoot in the house. Almost everyone on the street is wearing flip-flops. Food: The food here is usually quite spicy. There is always rice or different types of flatbread. Usually a sauce (called curry) with vegetables or chicken or fish. Unfortunately, there is also a lot of very sweet sweets here that are often handed out (of course I try to eat as little as possible).
Greetings from the distant land of Jolien
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