February 26, 2018
February 13, 2018
Participant about Youth Exchange
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Let me tell
you a story-feelings
Chrystalla
Tsoutsouki
I don’t really
know how to express my feelings about this youth exchange. The first feelings
appeared when I saw the topic of this exchange program. I was waiting every day
for my acceptance email. You don’t find easily youth exchanges like this one,
programs that are able to change your way of thinking, to teach you more than 6
years in high school managed to do.
In addition to the project topic, partner
countries interested me as well. As a person from Cyprus I find more
similarities with Mediterranean countries. Therefore this difference was
important for me as I would learn every single time in the project! And that
was the reality. In every discussion we had, while we were eating, drinking our
coffee, walking, playing I learned and I shared.
I have to say
that from the first days I felt really comfortable with the place and the
people there. Our trainer Andrej was also an amazing guy! Everyone had to share
and was open to receive knowledge, experiences from the others.
During the
interviews I felt the luckiest person in the world. Everything I read about all
those years were alive in front of my eyes. They were telling their stories to
some strangers not because they like to share them. Contrariwise, they didn’t
want to remember those times but they wanted to let young people know in order
to avoid the same mistakes again.
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It was really
tuff program, we worked a lot. But personally I enjoyed every single moment
working as a team and creating something that was ours and it will connect us
forever. Of course sometimes we argued but this is normal and desirable and you
work as a team.
I loved and liked
people really early, ten days for me were not enough with them. Therefore I
hope we will meet soon.
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February 12, 2018
Feeling about this YE
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Some says that my
generation (I’m 23) is lost. We lost our way. We don’t have a goal to follow.
Unfortunatelly it is very true. Even us who attends to E+ projects sometimes
express the feeling that we don’t really have a next step in our mind. Or the
lucky ones say they are just unsure how to reach it. This kind of discussion
happened also in this project. But this is where the tables turned. In many
cases when a project ends there won’t be any left of it after a given time. Of
course some friendships and such but can you show it to the world? Not not
really. This is why not only this project but every Let me tell you a story
felt so different. It gave you a goal a
really clear goal to achieve. We had to work as a real team and we knew that
every time we press a button on our keyboard we are creating something which
will has a great meaning to many people, and of course for us. For those days
every doubt disappeared from us. It was very relieving. The feeling that you
creating something is always nice. Most of the times I do two things which
helps me. Gardening and writing. This time was more writing which was very
enjoyable for me. Also taking those long walks into the blank whiteness was
marvelous especially when I found a forest after I crossed some fields.
Yet there is also another aspect which is worth to mention. Is that we have met all those people from an era which is still affecting us very heavily even to this day. It covers the whole region like a shadow. But we are still forgetting it slowly but surely. Our little books or memorandums will help maybe not too much but will still help to remember. That’s also something to think of. After all this project was incredibly wonderful. When you got to any project time stops you and your group are covered in a big bubble and there is a strange and unique atmosphere which is similar and kinda feels like home even from the first time. In this project our bubble went back in time. That’s something that very rarely happens. Me and I think all of the project group felt honored that we were able to met those people and to talk to them. For example the person who gave interview for my part of the team asked us to give him autographs so he can show it to his relatives and friends that we were here. Now many days passed but it’s still hard to put it into words. Its not something you can’t express it’s something you would express much much longer and with very deep details.
So before i lose my train of thought i will leave you guys there.
Yet there is also another aspect which is worth to mention. Is that we have met all those people from an era which is still affecting us very heavily even to this day. It covers the whole region like a shadow. But we are still forgetting it slowly but surely. Our little books or memorandums will help maybe not too much but will still help to remember. That’s also something to think of. After all this project was incredibly wonderful. When you got to any project time stops you and your group are covered in a big bubble and there is a strange and unique atmosphere which is similar and kinda feels like home even from the first time. In this project our bubble went back in time. That’s something that very rarely happens. Me and I think all of the project group felt honored that we were able to met those people and to talk to them. For example the person who gave interview for my part of the team asked us to give him autographs so he can show it to his relatives and friends that we were here. Now many days passed but it’s still hard to put it into words. Its not something you can’t express it’s something you would express much much longer and with very deep details.
So before i lose my train of thought i will leave you guys there.
February 10, 2018
Farewell to Motycz
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After figuring out what to put inside of our
sandwiches (sorry Christina for we didn’t left any for you) and slowly
gathering all our bags into one big pile. It was time to leave. Some of us
already left. Our little roller coaster which was still somehow was shaped as a
bus. Started to speed up and the vast white fields slowly disappeared behind
us. Our 3 hour long journey was the same as usual. Loud laughs, some sleeping
or just silently enjoying the company of others. Even that we did not want to
belive in it at first. We realised we reached the capital. We jumped out of the
bus. Grabbed our luggage. To wander around a bit in the city. First we lost
what is left of the Romanian team and then the Czech. Only the brave Cypriots
and Hungarians dared to stand against the cold winds. Until we found shelter in
the mall at the Central Station. Where a really nice lady was giving away free
lollipops. We got separated into two mixed teams, and we went to the Uprising
Museum. We spent like 3 hours there maybe a bit less or even more. The museum
was amazing every detail and part. It felt like a theater where instead of
actors the walls and columns were the ones telling the tale. After a point the
others actually had to ring us up to meet and leave. We went back to the
station, and we found our lost Romanians who managed to walk for a good 1,5
hour to reach their accomondation which was 10 minutes from where the bus left
us.
Nevertheless we were happy to see them. So we had a great feast together. Also
i went to buy some Soplica as it is the best gift anyone can think of.
Unfortunatelly me and Szabolcs had to leave at 19:30 and slowly more and more
people left. But of course with our final hugs and goodbyes we promised to
visit and meet each other if we can.
February 09, 2018
LARP day
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The day started off as usual with
breakfast but we were already feeling the pressure of it being the last day. We
knew we had to say goodbye quite soon and we had gotten so attached to our
friends, we really didn’t want to. After breakfast we had an energizer and a
brief session on the LARP game, even though we were sad the days spend in
Motycz were slowly slipping away, we were anticipating the game.
The scenario was simple: one classroom
in which the best two students were drug dealers because they couldn’t afford
going to University otherwise. Layla and Charles were brilliant in physics and
chemistry but had limited means of supporting themselves through uni, so the
solution was dealing drugs. Their polar opposites were Peter and Bobby, scoundrels
and rebels, they didn’t care about school, they cared only about having fun and
they were very disruptive. The teachers played by our colleagues Crystalla and
Emese were brilliant, supportive of the students and trying to make them
achieve something in life. The whole plot was that one girl from the class,
Laura, had killed herself because some nude pictures of her were leaked on
Facebook and suspicions were running at an all time high, who was it?
The first suspect was of course her boyfriend, Dean, but he didn’t seem to know much or played the innocent part very, very well. He was busy in trying to get everyone in the classroom on his side, even the princess of the group tended to believe his story and even the nerds. The psychologist of the school started snooping around and asking questions…even Headmaster Johnson was a suspect. To add even more pressure, the police was there all the time and tried to pry as much information out of the students as possible: nerd Marc was terrified and even the problem students were. The cleaning lady seemed to know way more than she was letting on and was constantly spying on everyone. A journalist, the mother of Layla was trying to kick start her career with the news but was she using all the material she knew or was she cherry picking?
The first suspect was of course her boyfriend, Dean, but he didn’t seem to know much or played the innocent part very, very well. He was busy in trying to get everyone in the classroom on his side, even the princess of the group tended to believe his story and even the nerds. The psychologist of the school started snooping around and asking questions…even Headmaster Johnson was a suspect. To add even more pressure, the police was there all the time and tried to pry as much information out of the students as possible: nerd Marc was terrified and even the problem students were. The cleaning lady seemed to know way more than she was letting on and was constantly spying on everyone. A journalist, the mother of Layla was trying to kick start her career with the news but was she using all the material she knew or was she cherry picking?
In the end, after two hours of pure fun
we had to call it a day. Charles was arrested on suspicion of being guilty and
so were headmaster Johnson and the character played by Razvan (a troubled boy,
always a prankster, never paying attention to the class). The rest of us could
breathe easily. This game bonded us even more, we had to act a little bit and
try to stay in character during the whole two hours and that was a little
difficult but definitely not impossible.
The last evening was bitter sweet, we
all played Mafia, cards, pool and discussed about the lives we were going back
to, nobody really wanted to return home and everybody secretly wished we could
stop time and this night would last longer. We sang together, we promised we would
meet again, we ate together and we exchanged goodbye notes, hoping that in the
era of technology we would manage to stay connected because our time in Motycz
managed to bond us maybe for life. Without sounding too corny, I guess we can
safely say that this was probably the most memorable Erasmus+ program in which
we took part and, definitely, not the last.
Let us hope we meet again, for we are
young and the world is our playground and if we dream something we can do it…
With love,
Adelina from Romania
February 08, 2018
Meetings with student in Krasnystaw
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February 07, 2018
Working on interviews
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The
days started as usual with a delicious breakfast. After that, in
order to get more awake, we did funny energizers and suddently we
were ready to start our tasks. We went back to our teams and we
started to work on our interviews.
Firstly,
we started replaying our recordings and wrote them all down so as not
to lose any important details of our interviews with the people that
were exiled to Siberia. Everyone had a certain amount of time of
recording, so that being 6 in a team really helped us out. Each of
us typed his or her part of the interview which ranged from 10
minutes to 35 minutes depending on how long the witness to history
wanted to share. But that was just the easy part. After that, it was
us who had to write the questions and answers and make it more
presentable.
Because
so many decades passed since the events happened, let’s just say
that putting the interviews in a chronological order proved a bit
problematic. Nevertheless, because the information that we found out
during our trip was so precious, everything worked out in the end.
Since
the brochures had to be distributed in schools and libraries in
Poland, we needed to have them translated by our Polish colleagues
whom we thank for their patience and hard work. After all was
comitted to paper, the finishing touches were made: proofreading,
finding quotes, finding pictures, the appropriate introductions, page
fitting and so on.
As
we wanted to raise awareness in the town of Zamość about our
project and our interwees, we tried to devise an interesting few
paragraphs and had them printed aut on leaflets. We also established
together that we would make a banner on which one talented colleague
would draw and several others would add powerful quotes or phrases.
Mass media also paid us a visit and our wonderful colleague from
Cyprus, Cistina and another colleague from the Czech Republic, Dali,
appeared on national television.
Because
all work and no play makes things dull, we had a very funny debate
about whether our Romanian leader should cut his hair or not. The
proposition team was voting for the haircut and the opposition team
against it. The public was actively participating and was even taking
sides, the atmosphere was more lively than in our national
Parliaments, the enthusiasm was almost tangible in the air. The
arguments of the proposition team were hilarious: a change of look is
needed as we always change our clothes, girls might appreciate a new
look and success may be an outcome, things may be on a more positive
side in case of a job interview and having the same look is boring.
The living example of the impact a haircut can have in getting more
popular,were two peers that cut their hair during our time here in
Motycz and their popularity with girls on facebook went up.
The
opposition supported the idea that consent is mandatory and these
type of things should not be established arbitrary, also, on a funny
side, winter is coming and a short haircut is not an ideal one in
these circumstances.
We
then voted for the best team and best speaker, voting which was
contested and accusations of rigged elections flew up in the air. In
the end, hands were shaken and peace was made.