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He was like sunbeam which won his way against the clouds. She decided to change everything, so she is searching for an EVS project. She doesn't know that yet but right now, in this precise moment, she is starting to build her own rainbow. Now everything is going very fast. She is in the car on the way from the airport to her new flat with two Portuguese people. She cannot say even one word. She is scared. She doesn't know what will happen tomorrow.
She doesn't speak English very well. She left everything what was safe for her, what she liked, everyone who she loved. She left The Cat! But she knows that tomorrow will be different than during the last year.
It's again the beginning of August and this August will change everything in her life. First meeting with all the volunteers. I don't remember their names. It's hot.
How can I download water if I don't know how to ask? I remember this guy from Facebook. No, no, no, I don't want to say anything about me! And a monkey…Yes, she is smiling! First lesson. Yes, first days in the project were like a big surprise for me. Actually, still, each new day surprises me.
I met new people who I couldn't have met if I stayed in Poland. And I'm sure I can call them My Friends. Not two or three of them but almost And you know what? I finally feel useful. There is someone who needs me, needs my origami ball or maybe just my smile. Do you know what is the first memory I have from the hospital? There was a small girl in her room. We were five new volunteers, a bit shy, without any knowledge of Romanian language. I tried to play with her using puppets but she was afraid, she started to cry.
I didn't know what to do, I didn't have any words to express myself. I started to play with my hands with her. And she stopped crying - she smiled. That is my first memory — tree year old girl smiling because I played with her.
Ah, you are asking where is the girl from the beginning of this story? I'm sorry but she will not back any more. Actually I'm not sorry at all. That girl from the beginning was me more than one year ago. Do you know what? I don't like her anymore… I like much more me after 9 months in this EVS project - more open for new experiences, for new people, more self-confident, speaking English, more sure of what I want to do in my life.
More sure that life is not about money and work and sure that people who are around you are the most important. Sure that if you want you can do everything even if someone tells you that you are not able to.
So are you telling me that you want to make an EVS project? But, be careful… It will put more colours in your life. So open your mind and go ahead! Actually, get to work, fill all the necessary application forms and get ready for what is going to happen. Don't think. We all know that thinking can bring nothing positive but insomnia and excessive consumption of sweets. That is why I did not hesitate for a while when I saw an announcement that a volunteer is needed for the project in Italy.
I didn't give any time for my thoughts to start working. I filled out the application form, I sent it, and two hours later I had Magda calling me and telling that I was going. I put the phone down and I thought: 'Aleksandra? What the hell have you done? Where are you going? My heart was sure: 'You must go.
The EVS is not only for people who are self-confident and know what they want from life. In fact, it's even better if you don't, because, believe me, this experience is going to change you.
It will help you to discover a lot of things you've had no idea before and when you'll be coming back to Poland, it will turn out that you're not the same person. I know what I'm saying. You'll be better. Rich in other people's hearts, rich in smiles of your friends and strangers, rich in numerous tender good-byes, rich in new homeland. But remember, the EVS is not easy. It's not a life in a demo version. It can hurt and if it does, it hurts for real.
You have to be ready for failures, for alienation resulting from the initial unfamiliarity with the language, for fear of foreign culture, for a longing for home you're leaving at the other side of Europe.
You can be sure that all your nightmares will come out and attack you at night. But don't worry. You can do it. I'm sure of it.
I've gone through it and without this experience I wouldn't Scriptamanent 4 23 know now how much motivation, strength, and passion is hidden inside of me. It's now I know I'm a strong woman and that I can handle everything. Each day, just as I did, you'll be becoming stronger, more self-confident, and more entrepreneurial.
You will take the lead of your project. My EVS is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. Thanks to it I've met wonderful friends and I've been a part of projects I've used to only dream about. Together with the international team of participants we were constructing musical instruments out of waste materials and we experimented with their sounds to prepare a wonderful concert for the final event. The music was however only a pretext for establishing international friendships and getting to know different cultures and traditions.
I can still remember how we ran out of water and went taking a bath in a nearby lake, how I was learning to dance flamenco with Nery and Maria, how I've found a sister in Marion, how persistent I was in learning Turkish, how we got the mattresses out of the tent to sleep under the sky full of falling stars, how we jumped into the lake in pyjamas, and how we were surprised with the marvellous sunrise over the fields though we had been expecting it at the bank.
I remember also how after the JAM project, I set out for the north of Italy with other volunteers, hitchhiking, of course and for the first time, of course, without a tent, of course.
It's truly impossible to put down in words how many wonderful adventures and drivers we've encountered on our way; Sleeping at the bank of Trasimeno Lake. Going through Tuscan countryside with Italian tourists, a guy called Cristiano, who took us home for a coffee, dances on all possible roundabouts, sleeping at the doorstep of the Florence Cathedral, taking showers in public fountains, sleeping in a playground castle, Escaping cignali.
I remember all these happening and can you imagine that I'm sitting now here in Opole writing this letter? Sounds like my EVS is finished? Nothing could be more wrong. I've come back home with a changed heart which is now patched with the hearts of other people.
I keep in it memories, which are my everyday strength and when I'm scared of something, when I 'get the mean reds' or when I'm too shy to ask for something, I tell to myself: 'Aleksandra? And do you remember the time in Italy when you got a shower in a public fountain during a hitchhiking trip? So don't try to tell me there exists something that you cannot cope with! Scriptamanent 4 25 Storm in the city of the sun The chemistry of Lorca known as the City of the Sun , with its warm light, dusty orange flavour, and its mysterious life under construction after the earthquake that hit it roughly in May , changed myself.
Well, the change was more subtle, as I lived there times of unexpected, of unknown, of daring the impossible. Except that it is true. Step by step, I've learnt that I can find the balance, walking on the wire, redefining my limits and finding solutions in crisis situations during our afternoon of 'Tirolina' in the last day of on-arrival training , that I must trust myself and trust the others in order to build something on common ground participating in 'Castells', human towers, an extremely appreciated tradition from Catalunya, declared UNESCO patrimony , that to motivate the youngsters you have to give them the chance to express their creativity being part of 'Radiografiando Lorca' Project, that offered local young people a free range of workshops and alternative activities , that asking questions or help is not shameful through my tasks as a support person in 'Net.
Maybe I have thousands of other similar lessons learnt during my EVS, but I would like to tell you about the moment when it rained heavily in the City of the Sun: 28th of September ; it was pouring for two days and, after almost 60 years, there was a river in Lorca.
And no, this is not a joke.
Although my short description might make it seem an episode of a cartoon, it was actually a dramatic moment. At first, electricity and Internet connection stopped in the office. In the middle of the day it was dark as at midnight.
We were still laughing, as we had the 1st of October deadline approaching fast for our projects, but couldn't finish anything. Moreover, we didn't have any umbrella, nor raining clothes or shoes.
We went to the closest bar and enjoyed the rainy weather chatting while having 'cervecitas y tapas'. When it stopped, under some pale sun rays, we could see the sad reality: the streets were full of mud and garbage, buildings were full of water, people were missing. And bad news kept coming from outside the town.
The entire region was flooded, around ten people died - including children; houses, cars and fields were destroyed, one highway broke in two and the railway was damaged. Of course, 'Feria' the second most famous celebration after 'Semana Santa' was also cancelled.
No smile now, huh? The same happened to us. Scriptamanent 4 27 Immediately, a small group of people decided to give a hand to those in need. Me and my crazy ginger colleague from Poland were two of them. We went with small buses to some families, whose houses were totally destroyed after the floods. Dressed in white overalls, wearing three or four size bigger rubber boots, we had a tough physical work, but no one complaint. We couldn't understand at first their regional Spanish accent, between the sounds of the workers and through the protecting masks that hidden the lips and seemed to shut our ears too.
It was really impressive to see those people throwing away all their books, photos, and documents -, all their work - ceramic, paintings, and music instruments -, and actually all they had - clothes, shoes, food, or furniture. It was terrible to see in their eyes the sadness for their loss, and in the same time, it was great to feel the hope when they met us and the joy they've survived.
Inhabited continuously since 5, years ago, the antique frontier town between Christian and Muslim in Spain, Lorca has enriched its people with a strong character and made them aware that the best things in life are not things. Some of the people in and outside of the organization were surprised to see us working like that. It was the moment when they realized that we didn't come only for 'fiesta y siesta' and we actually want to help.
It was one of the hardest EVS times that I transformed in a rich learning experience. In the few mornings we were cleaning, there it was, the lesson of life, between the mud and the tears, in the middle of the fields without any fruits, but where with effort we can seed again.
The rain in the City of the Sun washed away my greedy pride, and made me feel rich by having some new friends, a smile, and an open heart. And when I left Lorca, they were standing still, confident they can endure anything. They were dreaming out loud, colourfully and daring in the most beautiful spring I've ever seen during the winter months.
I have tried like a thousand times to write my story. It has been some time since I finished my project, the 20th of march to be specific.
And the task of writing about my experience to motivate you to do a similar one is really not a simple task. Because no matter what I write, no matter how much I can put down on a piece of paper, it will never be enough to explain the feeling I have inside, the smile on my face, the memories in my head, the friendships I got, and the hunger I have for more!
It simply started with my lust to learn Italian, the search for an experience abroad, and I found youth in Action and the EVS European voluntary service program. I wanted something else, I wanted an adventure, and I took the chance, something I will never regret. The best decision in my life. Happiness, all the memories, all the people, the culture, the feeling of belonging to something bigger than myself.
The smiles, the laughter, the difficulties with expressing myself, the shock of suddenly being alone but at the same time so much a part of everything. How, just how can I explain everything when most of it is just a part of who I am now? I came to Altamura in Italy at 6 a clock in the morning the 2nd of September after almost 24 hours of travelling with one suitcase.
One suitcase containing everything I thought would be important to live in another country for the next 7 months. The first thing was the heat, the smells, the feeling of being lost but at the same time the excitement of starting my big journey. Scriptamanent 4 29 Second, the language, the beautiful language, the food, oh the food!
How I miss it.. The first days were packed with new impressions. It was so strange to go and get an Italian sim-card, to do the shopping for the fridge to furniture my bedroom, I was going to live there and it was my new home. It was terrifying and exiting at the same time. I had language courses in the office, and workshops around the city. It was not many talking English so I simply had to talk Italian to get to know people.
What I do remember is my first dream in Norwegian when I got back home, it felt like I was conscious during the whole dream, yelling at myself screaming that it was wrong! Polish, French, Spanish, Slovakian, Dutch… And we all had things in common, we were volunteers, we were giving of ourselves, we were curious..
And all these things always made us somehow friends in a strange but somewhat strong friendship. Of course you always meet people that you like more than others and these people are still my friends. Once you are in, you will never be the same. The people around you will get a relation to you, not only those you work with but also others around town, because you are working in a place in their city, a place that know of.
You are the stranger that they want to know more about, and suddenly you have friend. You make a new life, you get to start over, you get to be accurately who you want to be.
The new beginning. I feel rich! I feel passionate, curious, more reflected, adventurous, different! This experience changed me. It changed the way I see things the way I think and feel about myself. It gave me many and strong friendships that I am so grateful for! It gave me the possibility to learn another language, to live in and feel another culture.
It gave me passion for travelling and discovering of other cultures. It opened my eyes for a different beauty in life. Even though I was lost, I found the way because I grew. I could continue with this for a lot of pages but you could probably guess half of everything it gave me so I will just tell you a little story in the end instead. It was Christmas and I was celebrating in Italy, my boyfriend came for celebrating with me and brought with him gifts from my family.
One I remember very clearly is the one from my mom. It was very simple, a bracelet with Chinese stones with the meaning of safe travels anywhere I go and a card. You will for sure come home with your suitcase packed with stories, experiences, strong impressions and wonderful memories.
And my mom was right! Even though I actually needed two suitcases to get all my stuff back home, the things were not that important. And my survival did not depend on the content of the one suitcase I travelled down with. My mom was right, and in this case, I am truly happy that she was! The idea of going abroad after my graduation was kind of an obsession on my mind. My application process to EVS started with this determination. I was like a cyborg; waking up, eating, writing a thesis, giving final exams, searching, searching, searching for an appropriate project for hours and sleeping.
This abrasive situation took months of my life. Finally, I got accepted a project about environmental protection in relatively small city; Braila, Romania, for 10 months. Actually, it was so clear at the beginning; my hosting organization had many troubles. Then I found myself at Bucharest Airport with my luggage which is bigger than my size. From the first day, alarm bells began to ring! We were ten volunteers at the same organization.
This sounds caring and thoughtful, right? But according to same plan, the volunteer who comes from France at 11 am has to wait thirteen hours for the last one at the airport. Hopefully I arrived at 7 pm, again hopefully I could eat two times at my flights sponsored by Turkish Airlines. That rescued me of starving and I could take under control my bad emotions about the last volunteer. Of course this was not her fault! After then, this is the part sounds like Turkish funnies.
One French, one German and one Turkish… At the same flat. At first, we were trying to analyse each other by short glances and our behaviours were quite artificial Scriptamanent 4 33 for being kind!!
And the rest came randomly. After two weeks, we felt like we were friends since our childhood times. Of course, there were annoying moments and people as well. She was closing doors to our faces or just shouting and yelling sometimes. But after two months, I was also yelling because I had to go many irrelevant places like kindergardens, elderly homes and centre of autistic children instead of places my project requires. Where was the my eco-project?
Somewhere over the rainbow! Actually, we could do something ecological so hardly. Nothing is given to you on a golden tray so we worked a lot and coped with many obstacles to put our ideas into action.
My first big travel was with my flatmates. We tried to find couch-surfers especially in villages so that we could see rural and real life of Romania.
Couch-surfing in the village! It was hard to believe it. Then, these trips became indispensable for us, the only thing we had to do was to decide where to go and the best of all; money never was a limiting factor. While we were waiting for a car on the top of some mountains in Transylvania, 34 Hans who was a driver of a minivan could pick us up with his big family and also host us in their lovely guest hut.
Then you can say to yourself that these things can also happen in real life. Especially, if you are in love with movies of Emir Kusturica and Tony Gatlif, you can believe that you make your own movie there? And this continues with a great precession. After, you look at yourself. What is that? You are in France, in the middle of Paris with many friends of your French flatmate for Christmas holiday; next to you is knitting with your new French mom while celebrating Noel.
Then what comes? Ciao Bella. Then you understand that you are exactly what you wrote in your motivation letter; most concrete evidence of inter-cultural interactions. Kind of soap opera but background is quite different.
I cannot end my memories by telling you. I can show you only frame for the moment. I guess the most beautiful thing during that 10 months was experiencing that human is just human.
We are just what we are.
When you live in this way, sharing between people reaches incredible dimensions. Everybody can act like just themselves. Is it good or bad? Now I have many meaningless stuff to do, job, responsibilities, blablabla.. And people name them as real life. Hopefully, there is also new colours, friends and loves as well.
Life is not an institution that gives you something or takes something away from you. You can evaluate the opportunities or not. It has been almost 10 months after my return to Turkey but still every day I remember at least one memory and smile on my own. There is no doubt, there were no time like my EVS that I feel so limitless and free with whole my body, soul and mind.
Think big. And be a volunteer I had a long way to go until the happy end as a volunteer. At first I was unofficial volunteer in the corporation I worked in. One very unfriendly place with some interesting things to do, like this initiative where around 12 people tried to change the environment. And we did it. The volunteers are in general the people who make a change in the society. Because they give all of their energy and they are really interested in what they are doing.
I believe that you know that very well. But back to my story. I was there with 26 amazing people from different countries and I came back home a little bit different. More confident and definitely more inspired! They are applicable to all projects which require a introduction of new idea or practice. I was very happy to see how people Scriptamanent 4 37 have changed and developed their potential during the camp too. Meeting and understanding people from other cultures or different generations is something I truly love.
The next logical step was EVS European Voluntary Service in beautiful city with many interesting people around with who I had the chance to share my love of nature, tango, table-tennis and some other of my hobbies. I feel that I received much more than I ever gave.
I was changed and I change the city too. I got love from people I didn't even know before. Lessons in courage. I got to know a different kind of life, because I was part of my working and living place and I got know people in a very privileged way the local people with whom I work and other volunteers.
I believe that 38 volunteering gives me an opportunity to change lives, including my own. When you participate in project like this one you learn all the time, your brain starts to work in little bit different way, everything is new and almost everything is memorized.
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