30.1.11

It matters to this one...

Our professor starts class every day by reading a poem, a quote from a speech, or an excerpt from a novel. He reminded us of this story last week, and its relevance in international health work. I wanted to pass it along...possibly to stimulate some thought...

Adapted from "The Star Thrower"

- Loren Eiseley

A young girl was walking along the beach early one morning. The tide was receding, leaving numerous starfish stranded on the beach. The girl began picking them up and tossing them back into the water.

Engrossed in her task, she didn't notice the old fisherman sitting quietly watching her. He startled her with a gruff, "What are you doing?" to which she smiled and enthusiastically replied, "I'm saving the starfish."

He laughed at her and launched into a scoffing ridicule. "Look ahead of you down the beach," he said, pointing to the seemingly endless expanse of sand and surf. "There are thousands of starfish washed up on this beach. You can't hope to save them all. You're just wasting your time. What you're doing doesn't matter," he exclaimed in a dismissive tone.

The girl stopped, momentarily pondering his words. Then she picked up a starfish and threw it far into the water. She stood straight and looked him in the eye. "It matters to that one," she said, and continued down the beach.

26.1.11

Pieces of the past.

** I wrote this the day after arriving. But decided to let things settle a bit before posting so I could laugh at it rather than be annoyed. **

Looks like it is back to simple living, in a kind of complicated, unexpected and undesired way.

After tromping around the city yesterday afternoon with our suitcases (I always love that part), my friend and I arrived at our student hostel just in time, as the girl that had our keys was just leaving her place – actually met us in the parking lot on her way out. Good timing.

The hostel is well…an enormous complex of (extremely over-priced) student dorms. Walking into it, I felt like I was going eleven years into the past…walking into St. Mary’s dorm. Except this building is dirty, smelly, and is filled with graffiti. Violent, disturbing, dark…graffiti.

We learned the hard way what “white goods” means. No, it is not sheets. It means refrigerator. Good thing I brought a pair of sheets (gave the top sheet to a friend that only had a light blanket), travel pillow, and the Snuggy I got from my east coast family, just in case!

My kitchen is also completely empty. There is one hot plate however. No pots or pans. This is serious. I don’t even have a way to heat water for my coffee. I guess they expect the students that come just for one month (or even less) to travel with a kitchen? I left my kitchen in Berlin. And I am back to eating Ranch style. One eating utensil (a plastic spoon). One mug - my travel coffee mug. Good thing I packed that and my Swiss Army knife. For now I make do with the side of a cereal box as a plate (Yes, I'm serious.) and the tupperware i usually use for lunch serves as my bowl.

My room is as dark as it is outside (nearly). I’m sure this will be the ideal study environment.

My bathroom from time to time lets out whiffs of outhouse smells. And no, not just any outhouse. I’m talking La Hicaca outhouse smells. The maintenance crew came to “fix” it. Nothing actually has changed.

The knob on my radiator is broken, so it’s nearly impossible to change it without a pliers. I forgot to pack my pliers.

Norwegian? Forget it. However it seems that many people here speak English, which is a blessing.

We can’t access the internet until we begin courses and get our user accounts, which is on Monday. Then it takes another 24 hours apparently for our account to be activated. That’s a downer. Oh, and they also fail to mention there is no wireless, so of course we have to buy a cable when we get here.

The housing department is taking advantage of us in regards to rent and the termination of our contract. I'll spare you those details. Just another obnoxious bump in the road. Hopefully we'll get this fixed.

And to make matters worse, I seem to have left my cell phone in the apartment in Berlin, and didn’t realize it until I had already locked things up (left the keys inside), and was on my way to the train station. The neighbor with a spare key wasn’t home. So, am a bit out of touch.

Haha, and the weather. At 8:30am, we leave for class in the dark. By 4pm, it is nearly dark again. The days are cloudy, rainy, and windy. Not my style.

Sigh.

------------now back to real time-----------------

Worse things happen, and I will survive a month. I will probably be settled in just as I'm ready to leave for London.

My second day here I went shopping and purchased an over-priced pot. First, they didn't give me the sale price, then they supposedly reimbursed me. Now nearly two weeks later, and my bank statement still shows I paid $60 for a pot and a fork. Awesome.

Today is the first day I have actually eaten from a glass plate. A friend loaned me one from their shared kitchen. Thank you block C floor 6 =).

The housing department has finally given in to my slightly threatening emails, and has decided to allow my contract to be terminated when I move out, and not a month later as they were trying to do previously.

Today and yesterday we have actually see SUN. Now if only we didn't have to be sitting in class during those precious hours. The city of Bergen looks MUCH different these days now that we can actually see it. I hope it lasts!!

Some of our classmates from the program in Berlin will join us this weekend for the upcoming modules. Looking forward to seeing some more familiar faces!

Things are looking up.

17.1.11

one year later...

friends,

i will spare you all from my attempt to find words to go with the emotions of the past week...after reading reflections and stories of the haitians one year after the quake...after watching videos reliving it all...videos that show how the people continue to fight the fight...my words would not do any of it justice. and would sound only like that...just words.

a dear friend posted this video online a few days ago, and i finally just made it all the way through.

please, if you have about half an hour, i would recommend that you watch it.

it is a story about raphael, one of the strongest people i've been blessed to meet and work with a bit while there. it is a story about his dream to build a movie theater, and so, so much more.

it is a story about fr. rick frechette, a priest and doctor - the medical director of NPH (orphanages that i worked for), that began the country's largest free pediatric hospital - St. Damiens (where i was working after the earthquake), and founder of NPFS (NPH in haiti). it is the story of his compassion and love for the people of haiti.

****WARNING - the video has some graphic footage of their work in the city morgue.****

i had the most beautiful opportunity to accompany these fine men and the amazing team of theirs to the morgue and burial grounds one day. had the opportunity to ride beside raphael on the way to the morgue...as we drove through the city he would point things out to us, and tell us about how things used to be. i then got to ride with fr. rick from the morgue to the cemetery, listening to his countless stories about life in haiti.

a month there...an experience never to forget, and impossible to describe. the video speaks more than i ever could about it. so, i will let you get on with the video.

much love.

13.1.11

another year...another move


yes it's true, i am yet again on the move.
tomorrow morning i leave for bergen, norway to continue the advanced modules that i have chosen for my master's program. i will be in the darkness for just over one month - i hope i make it out of there without having to take antidepressants =) i am in general excited for classes to begin again, after having one month of vacation!

i have had the pleasure of getting to travel around quite a bit over the last couple of weeks to visit some friends that i worked with in honduras and on the int'l medical services team. years have passed since i had seen some of them, and just a few months since i had seen others. i have to pack and clean a bit yet, so i will have to let the photos tell the story. all i can say is that it was so good to be able to spend some time with them, and see the beautiful landscape of southern germany and a bit of austria!

so...tschüs berlin.