UPSV: A Beginning After the End
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9.24.13
After 34 hours of straight travel (Cape Town -> Johannesburg -> Doha -> Bucharest) on limited sleep, I was ready to take at least a brief 20 minute DaVinci-esque ciesta. But I also had a bus from the airport in Bucharest to catch, in order to catch the train, in order to sit on said train for three hours up to Brasov where I'll be for the next month. And, I was hungry and thirsty. And if you've been following the journey as I go, or know me well in person, you'll know that filling my stomach is priority over most everything else, especially sleep which sits at about #84 just below "clean the lint trap in the drier." So, onward.
First stop, the bus. After hearing about digital theft being a pretty big business in Romania, I was leery to try my card in the ATM, but needed cash at least to get to where I needed. So I tried one ATM. Denied. I tried another. No luck. By the time I got to the fifth, certain I'd already had four duplicates made of my card, success. And as soon as there was money in my hand, there were "taxi" drivers offering to take me up to Brasov for the low-low price of triple what it would cost everywhere else. They're really persistent with their insistence that you go with them, which isn't particularly my favorite sales tactic. But I digress.
The bus ride itself was easy to navigate and the people on it were super friendly but didn't speak a lick of English. So, here I am in a European country, surrounded by Caucasian people for the first time in half a year, with not-a-one speaking (unfortunately) the only language I know. And let's be honest - English makes absolutely no sense, even to you who are reading this - so I can't fault the people on said bus for not knowing it. Someone understood "train" though and told me where to disembark.
First stop, the bus. After hearing about digital theft being a pretty big business in Romania, I was leery to try my card in the ATM, but needed cash at least to get to where I needed. So I tried one ATM. Denied. I tried another. No luck. By the time I got to the fifth, certain I'd already had four duplicates made of my card, success. And as soon as there was money in my hand, there were "taxi" drivers offering to take me up to Brasov for the low-low price of triple what it would cost everywhere else. They're really persistent with their insistence that you go with them, which isn't particularly my favorite sales tactic. But I digress.
The bus ride itself was easy to navigate and the people on it were super friendly but didn't speak a lick of English. So, here I am in a European country, surrounded by Caucasian people for the first time in half a year, with not-a-one speaking (unfortunately) the only language I know. And let's be honest - English makes absolutely no sense, even to you who are reading this - so I can't fault the people on said bus for not knowing it. Someone understood "train" though and told me where to disembark.
My first impression of Romania is that it's really historic. My second is that it's a lot like I'd imagined Eastern Europe would look: beautiful architecture, some remnants of WWII visible in destroyed buildings, lots of graffiti, and abundant round-a-bouts.
At the train station, which is a big outside mall with a dozen rails, there are restaurants, coffee shops, and grocery stores galore. I didn't have any water to speak of for the last day or so, so I hopped in to do something pretty innocuous and buy a bottle of water. There was a security guard there who made me drop off my bags because I couldn't take them into the store. He didn't speak English, and I didn't want to leave my camera bag, but he also was about 55 and seemed trustworthy, so I hopped into the store for about 93 seconds, grabbed my water, and came back and grabbed my bags. Mission accomplished.
Hopped on the train, which was packed, and the overhead storage was about big enough to store a box of tic-tacs. So I held all my bags on my lap, having no view of the scenery or anything around me. But the guy sitting next to me took it upon himself to place his man-purse, which literally looked like a "clutch" on the window-sill next to me so he wouldn't be bothered to hold it. So, there's that.
The further north we got, the more people hopped off the train. So for the last two hours of the journey, I had plenty of room, which was fantastic. The scenery was great. After two months in Southeast Asia, one in Nepal, two in Kenya, and one in South Africa, it was a surprise to see something that looked a lot like home.
Once I got to the train station in Brasov, I was met right away by a man named Florin (30's) another man named John (70's), and three women named Kathy (40's), Rodicca, and Mariana (70's). Mariana and Kathy are part of an NGO based in Dallas named Hearts Across Romania. They, along with a super nice man named Jerry, helped to facilitate my placement here in Brasov where I'll be volunteering. They all seem like really nice folks and I look forward to talking with them more when I'm not so sleep-deprived.
At the train station, which is a big outside mall with a dozen rails, there are restaurants, coffee shops, and grocery stores galore. I didn't have any water to speak of for the last day or so, so I hopped in to do something pretty innocuous and buy a bottle of water. There was a security guard there who made me drop off my bags because I couldn't take them into the store. He didn't speak English, and I didn't want to leave my camera bag, but he also was about 55 and seemed trustworthy, so I hopped into the store for about 93 seconds, grabbed my water, and came back and grabbed my bags. Mission accomplished.
Hopped on the train, which was packed, and the overhead storage was about big enough to store a box of tic-tacs. So I held all my bags on my lap, having no view of the scenery or anything around me. But the guy sitting next to me took it upon himself to place his man-purse, which literally looked like a "clutch" on the window-sill next to me so he wouldn't be bothered to hold it. So, there's that.
The further north we got, the more people hopped off the train. So for the last two hours of the journey, I had plenty of room, which was fantastic. The scenery was great. After two months in Southeast Asia, one in Nepal, two in Kenya, and one in South Africa, it was a surprise to see something that looked a lot like home.
Once I got to the train station in Brasov, I was met right away by a man named Florin (30's) another man named John (70's), and three women named Kathy (40's), Rodicca, and Mariana (70's). Mariana and Kathy are part of an NGO based in Dallas named Hearts Across Romania. They, along with a super nice man named Jerry, helped to facilitate my placement here in Brasov where I'll be volunteering. They all seem like really nice folks and I look forward to talking with them more when I'm not so sleep-deprived.
But still the issue of food. So Florin took me to a food court, we got pizza, he spoke to me in the little bit of English he knows, taught me some Romanian, and then we went to the center. He told me for the next month I'd be sleeping in what is usually his bedroom, which has a queen-sized bed, its own bathroom, a couch, a TV, wifi..., while he sleeps in a room with a couple of the boys. Incredibly generous, and not like anything I've experienced over the last half year accomodation-wise. I'd like to believe I'd give up my room and bed to someone coming to volunteer where I live, but to be honest...no, I don't think I would. I like my bed too much, and my space.
Before crashing, I figured I'd at least unpack my camera to charge it for tomorrow. That's when I noticed a compartment on the camera bag unzipped. That's when I pulled out my emergency, US cash that I'd had tucked away in there. That's when I realized the trustworthy-looking security guard at the train station in Bucharest stole $197 dollars out of my bag in the split second I was out of sight. (I know, I know, you should always keep your money ON you while traveling, but I plum forgot I had that money in there in my insomniac state, and that's the last person I thought would steal from me.)
Not the best way to be introduced to a new country, but I hope he uses it for some form of good. How it goes, I guess. The hospitality of Florin and Hearts Across Romania more than makes up for it, though.
I look forward to this new adventure.
Before crashing, I figured I'd at least unpack my camera to charge it for tomorrow. That's when I noticed a compartment on the camera bag unzipped. That's when I pulled out my emergency, US cash that I'd had tucked away in there. That's when I realized the trustworthy-looking security guard at the train station in Bucharest stole $197 dollars out of my bag in the split second I was out of sight. (I know, I know, you should always keep your money ON you while traveling, but I plum forgot I had that money in there in my insomniac state, and that's the last person I thought would steal from me.)
Not the best way to be introduced to a new country, but I hope he uses it for some form of good. How it goes, I guess. The hospitality of Florin and Hearts Across Romania more than makes up for it, though.
I look forward to this new adventure.
9.25.13
Placement #10 - UPSV
(Text courtesy of www.upsv.org)
UPSV stands for Un Pas Spre Viitor, which translates "A Step to the Future." It is an established centre where young adults leaving orphanages can go and develop the skills and behaviours they need to become effective and constructive members of society. Unfortunately this is the only center of its kind in Romania.
UPSV believes that every child should be given the chance to flourish, no matter what their background is. Whether they have come from the confinements of an orphanage or a poverty stricken family, UPSV is here to help them realize their potntial and place in society. Like all teenagers, they just need support, direction, and guidance. UPSV teaches them independent living skills, provides legal advice, counseling, and assistance in finding a job.
The President and founder, Florin Catanescu, knows all too well the challenges orphans face when they have no choice but to leave the orphanages at 18, poorly equipped to face the outside world after years of institutionalism. Florin has grown up in orphanages since birth, not knowing the love of parents and suffered terrible maltreatment. Armed only with his own self taught determination, Florin aspired to open a center for the disadvantaged your of Romania. UPSV was born.
Today, UPSV celebrates its 10th anniversary and has helped over 100 youths find jobs and a sense of purpose in life.
(Text courtesy of www.upsv.org)
UPSV stands for Un Pas Spre Viitor, which translates "A Step to the Future." It is an established centre where young adults leaving orphanages can go and develop the skills and behaviours they need to become effective and constructive members of society. Unfortunately this is the only center of its kind in Romania.
UPSV believes that every child should be given the chance to flourish, no matter what their background is. Whether they have come from the confinements of an orphanage or a poverty stricken family, UPSV is here to help them realize their potntial and place in society. Like all teenagers, they just need support, direction, and guidance. UPSV teaches them independent living skills, provides legal advice, counseling, and assistance in finding a job.
The President and founder, Florin Catanescu, knows all too well the challenges orphans face when they have no choice but to leave the orphanages at 18, poorly equipped to face the outside world after years of institutionalism. Florin has grown up in orphanages since birth, not knowing the love of parents and suffered terrible maltreatment. Armed only with his own self taught determination, Florin aspired to open a center for the disadvantaged your of Romania. UPSV was born.
Today, UPSV celebrates its 10th anniversary and has helped over 100 youths find jobs and a sense of purpose in life.
Really good night's sleep last night, and with Romania just an hour ahead of South Africa, no jetlag. Wonderful. Florin had some instant coffee available, which is speaking my morning language, and told me what we'd be doing today. One of the things on the list was to visit the mayor of the city. But first was to meet a few of the guys at the center. I say "guys" instead of "kids" because everyone here is a boy over 18, except for one who is 15. As the write-up above says, they all come from orphanages or from poverty-stricken families.
If the first couple guys I met are an indication of the personalities of the 20 that live here, these are profoundly welcoming, courteous, wonder-filled, excited souls despite their backgrounds. I know that getting to know them on a daily basis is going to give me lessons on vast topics, none more important than the whole "life" one.
I didn't get a chance to see it last night, but during the day today I was able to notice that Brasov is pretty good sized. 250,000+ I'd guess, and with great architecture, especially at the city center which is old and historic and where we were meeting the mayor.
Down-to-Earth and friendly, the mayor met with Florin and the HAR (Hearts Across Romania) crew to discuss further development to the new center Florin is renovating for the kids. The meeting seemed to go well, though I don't know of course because it was all in Romanian. Maybe smiling and handshaking culturally in Romania is tantamount to flipping someone the bird, but I doubt it.
If the first couple guys I met are an indication of the personalities of the 20 that live here, these are profoundly welcoming, courteous, wonder-filled, excited souls despite their backgrounds. I know that getting to know them on a daily basis is going to give me lessons on vast topics, none more important than the whole "life" one.
I didn't get a chance to see it last night, but during the day today I was able to notice that Brasov is pretty good sized. 250,000+ I'd guess, and with great architecture, especially at the city center which is old and historic and where we were meeting the mayor.
Down-to-Earth and friendly, the mayor met with Florin and the HAR (Hearts Across Romania) crew to discuss further development to the new center Florin is renovating for the kids. The meeting seemed to go well, though I don't know of course because it was all in Romanian. Maybe smiling and handshaking culturally in Romania is tantamount to flipping someone the bird, but I doubt it.
After the meeting it was off to a local NGO named Catharsis. They work to place Romanian children with foster families domestically and, before it was made illegal about 15 years ago, internationally. The lady who runs it is a woman in her 70s named Azota who has heaps of energy. She also wears really bright lipstick which she was insistent on smearing on my cheek. My first truly European kiss-on-the-cheek hello came from a 70 year-old lady. Nice! Their organization seems to do great work. Mariana told Azota what my trip is all about, and without blinking an eye Azota invited me to take a trip the following week with them down to Parliament in Bucharest, to a debate at Senate regarding re-opening international adoption.
After Catharsis, it was off to meet a family that Hearts Across Romania has sponsored for a few years. Well..actually five families living under one roof. I use the term roof loosely, because it's barely hanging on. There are five families in one house that has extensive fire damage, one outside toilet, one tiny stove, and no electricity. If you didn't know who was in there from the outside, you would think it was maybe home to an older married couple. Not seven adults and eight kids, along with numerous dogs and cats.
After Catharsis, it was off to meet a family that Hearts Across Romania has sponsored for a few years. Well..actually five families living under one roof. I use the term roof loosely, because it's barely hanging on. There are five families in one house that has extensive fire damage, one outside toilet, one tiny stove, and no electricity. If you didn't know who was in there from the outside, you would think it was maybe home to an older married couple. Not seven adults and eight kids, along with numerous dogs and cats.
I got invited inside to film and take pictures. The boy, who had a look of wonder and sheer joy in his smile excitedly showed me his TV. It was powered by a car battery, and was about six inches in diameter, black and white, and in his bedroom. His bedroom is also the kitchen. Despite his surroundings, he seems genuinely happy. This makes me feel like a pouty 3 year-old that I ever sighed when Netflix buffered in the middle of an episode of Battlestar Galactica on a 32" flat-screen.
Near to the family's home is a small collection of mostly garment shops, and Mariana, Florin, and Roddica went there to get clothes for some kids. John, Kathy, and myself drove around the city a bit. John is originally from Romania, and spends half his time in Nevada where his daughter and her family live. Clear blue sky and the first hints of Autumn made it a really nice backdrop against the hundreds of year old buildings.
At night, they bought all of the guys at UPSV pizza and had several boxes of donated clothes for them. It was refreshing to see brand new shirts, pants, and shoes, rather than hand me downs, a testament to HAR's drive to treat these kids like their own.
At night, they bought all of the guys at UPSV pizza and had several boxes of donated clothes for them. It was refreshing to see brand new shirts, pants, and shoes, rather than hand me downs, a testament to HAR's drive to treat these kids like their own.
9.26.13
Among the projects Florin is working on daily is the renovation, and subsequent opening, of a second center to house UPSV guys as well as international volunteers. The building is on the grounds of a German Technical High School, but is no longer in use. It was given to Florin to use for a new center, but it needed to be almost completely rebuilt. New flooring, walls, and ceilings throughout, along with new plumbing and electrical wiring. Most of that is on hold now, though, until the leaky old roof gets fixed. So this is going to be the main project for the next couple weeks: removing the old roof, cleaning it, and installing the new roof. Today, we started.
I have absolutely no roofing experience, but I do know how to use a shovel. For today, that proved to be all the know-how I needed. Cracked and falling apart in many places, the roof is cement bottom, with an asphalt-like top a couple inches thick. The whole roof needs to be completely rid of the asphalt stuff, which is relatively difficult to do with shovels, since it was put in place firmly at its origin so it'd (hopefully) never have to be removed.
But it does have to be removed, and Florin, a handful of the guys, and myself were just the ragtag ones to see to it that this happens.
I have absolutely no roofing experience, but I do know how to use a shovel. For today, that proved to be all the know-how I needed. Cracked and falling apart in many places, the roof is cement bottom, with an asphalt-like top a couple inches thick. The whole roof needs to be completely rid of the asphalt stuff, which is relatively difficult to do with shovels, since it was put in place firmly at its origin so it'd (hopefully) never have to be removed.
But it does have to be removed, and Florin, a handful of the guys, and myself were just the ragtag ones to see to it that this happens.
On break, we had pizza for lunch. Generally I'm all for pizza, but it's very different here than it is back home. For starters, there's no red sauce on the crust; they give it to you in a little container for you to add if you want, along with a white onion sauce. Then, there's very little cheese. And the topics are ham, bacon, or sausage with corn. Or all of that together. It's not bad, just quite a bit different.
Also today, before starting on the roof, Florin, the HAR crew, and I were invited to help out at an art class in a therapy wing of a children's hospital nearby. Here, they taught blind kids painting, and I'm humbled they asked me to be a part of it. Really good experience.
I also tagged along with the crew while they delivered a birthday cake to two little girls they sponsor. Both of the girls' parents are handicapped and unable to raise them, so they live in a house with an older woman who takes care of them. The woman and the two girls are so vibrantly full of life, living in their small little apartment in a high-rise complex. Also, on the birthday cake, were the most interesting candles I ever did see, more closely resembling a roman candle than a little wax one.
To end the day, PayPal notified me that my friend Miles, who works on one of my favorite shows (Real Time With Bill Maher) sent $100 for the trip to help replace what the guy at the train station stole. This just reiterates the fact that I have the absolute best friends and support I could ever have hoped for. Thank you so much, Miles.
Also today, before starting on the roof, Florin, the HAR crew, and I were invited to help out at an art class in a therapy wing of a children's hospital nearby. Here, they taught blind kids painting, and I'm humbled they asked me to be a part of it. Really good experience.
I also tagged along with the crew while they delivered a birthday cake to two little girls they sponsor. Both of the girls' parents are handicapped and unable to raise them, so they live in a house with an older woman who takes care of them. The woman and the two girls are so vibrantly full of life, living in their small little apartment in a high-rise complex. Also, on the birthday cake, were the most interesting candles I ever did see, more closely resembling a roman candle than a little wax one.
To end the day, PayPal notified me that my friend Miles, who works on one of my favorite shows (Real Time With Bill Maher) sent $100 for the trip to help replace what the guy at the train station stole. This just reiterates the fact that I have the absolute best friends and support I could ever have hoped for. Thank you so much, Miles.
9.27.13
Roof project, day two. Got a lot of the cleaning off done, but still quite a bit to go. Pizza for lunch, for the fourth day in a row. After work today, we went to supermarket and got food for the week. If there's one thing I learned at this supermarket, it's that Romanians love their (Romanian) wine. There's aisles and aisles of it. I bought a couple dollar bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and I'll report back on how their equivalent of two-buck-chuck is.
Got my first taste of Romanian driving in today and ahhhh, it is so nice to be back on the right-hand side of the road. But there's one little aspect to European driving that I forgot about: the roundabout. Dis. Like.
Also, fast food in Romania is actually...good. Someone give Colonel Sanders a call and let him know if pays not to use mutated, deformed baby chicken. A panini the size of a football for 6 Lei ($2)? That's speaking my language.
Got my first taste of Romanian driving in today and ahhhh, it is so nice to be back on the right-hand side of the road. But there's one little aspect to European driving that I forgot about: the roundabout. Dis. Like.
Also, fast food in Romania is actually...good. Someone give Colonel Sanders a call and let him know if pays not to use mutated, deformed baby chicken. A panini the size of a football for 6 Lei ($2)? That's speaking my language.
9.28.13
Roof project, day three. Pizza for lunch, day five. Both are moving along quite well.
The favored pastime at UPSV among the guys and Florin is Rummy, which I've long since forgotten how to play. Until tonight. And my hiatus proved to be really unhelpful, with luck no longer on my side, either, since technically I'm not a "beginner". Pride firmly swallowed, I was quickly taught - and more swiftly, schooled in - the game of Rummy.
One thing I've noticed in every culture is that games are the equivalent of city around the campfire sharing stories. It inherently breeds a common bond, even if temporary, that simultaneously allows each player to let their guard down and open up with one another. In other, more crude and simpler terms, shoot the shit. It's a great way for me to know the guys in a casual setting and really connect. I'm all for that, even if it requires accepting my position as the loser and worst Rummy player on god's green Earth.
The favored pastime at UPSV among the guys and Florin is Rummy, which I've long since forgotten how to play. Until tonight. And my hiatus proved to be really unhelpful, with luck no longer on my side, either, since technically I'm not a "beginner". Pride firmly swallowed, I was quickly taught - and more swiftly, schooled in - the game of Rummy.
One thing I've noticed in every culture is that games are the equivalent of city around the campfire sharing stories. It inherently breeds a common bond, even if temporary, that simultaneously allows each player to let their guard down and open up with one another. In other, more crude and simpler terms, shoot the shit. It's a great way for me to know the guys in a casual setting and really connect. I'm all for that, even if it requires accepting my position as the loser and worst Rummy player on god's green Earth.
9.29.13
We had a day off roofing today, which freed me up to head over to Catharsis for a bit and help them out with some work for their upcoming trip to Bucharest. While I was helping Azota upload pictures to Facebook, she gave me a program for Monday's debate at Parliament with my name on it. I opened it, read the schedule, and saw my name listed as a special guest speaker on the floor of Senate.
Oh?
"Azota, my name is in the program. Am I supposed to speak?" I queried.
"Oh! Da, da! (yes! yes!)" Azota emphatically responded.
"Oh...yeah? Why didn't you say anything?? What would you like me to say?"
"Well, we want adoption to be legal again. Adoption is good. Talk about your trip and orphanages and how international adoption should be legal again. You do good!" she replied in her thick accent.
Oh?
"Azota, my name is in the program. Am I supposed to speak?" I queried.
"Oh! Da, da! (yes! yes!)" Azota emphatically responded.
"Oh...yeah? Why didn't you say anything?? What would you like me to say?"
"Well, we want adoption to be legal again. Adoption is good. Talk about your trip and orphanages and how international adoption should be legal again. You do good!" she replied in her thick accent.
Though I'm no expert on international adoption law in Romania, I do have one of my degrees in Philosophy, which means I have one of my degrees in making up stuff on the fly. Which is exactly what I'll do on the floor of Senate (with some thought put into it over the next couple days, of course, because I want to make at least a somewhat positive contribution to their cause).
Over at the new center, the sewage pipes that lead from the building out to the city's sewer were plugged and in need of a good cleaning. Equipped with a 25 foot snake, about one inch in diameter, Florin and I tried our level best to unclog what is probably a monumental blockage. As you can undoubtedly guess, it wasn't the most successful effort.
One of the boys made a big batch of chorba, Romanian soup, for dinner, which we quickly devoured over a game of Rummy and table-talk.
Over at the new center, the sewage pipes that lead from the building out to the city's sewer were plugged and in need of a good cleaning. Equipped with a 25 foot snake, about one inch in diameter, Florin and I tried our level best to unclog what is probably a monumental blockage. As you can undoubtedly guess, it wasn't the most successful effort.
One of the boys made a big batch of chorba, Romanian soup, for dinner, which we quickly devoured over a game of Rummy and table-talk.
9.30.13
With the roof cleaning done as much as it can be, we're working on other projects inside of the house until the roofing materials get here. Today, it was moving large sheets of pressboard wood from one room to another at the new place. Sheet after sheet after sheet. Using a couple pieces, we used a table saw (which is something I forgot existed after Kenya and South Africa) to build a shelving unit in one of the bedrooms. Even though the building is still a long ways from being finished, there are two bedrooms occupied right now by four boys, and they've managed to make them look pretty cozy.
A guy from a company name Arcon came to the center to offer Florin materials for the roof for absolutely free, so it looks like we'll be all systems go to finish off the roof in the next week or two!
The highlight of the day, and definitely one of the entire experience in Romania thus far, was walking into the kitchen in the new center and seeing one of the boys, Julian, wearing an apron over a bright red outfit, making soup and listening to Berlin, Lionel Richie, and Michael Bolton while he did so. I asked him, "Julian, did you know that you're listening to the best cooking soundtrack I've heard in a long time?" He said, "Oh, yes. Music very nice! It is ze best and I like it very much and it sounds very nice. Very pretty. Here, you eat chorba!"
Yes.
A guy from a company name Arcon came to the center to offer Florin materials for the roof for absolutely free, so it looks like we'll be all systems go to finish off the roof in the next week or two!
The highlight of the day, and definitely one of the entire experience in Romania thus far, was walking into the kitchen in the new center and seeing one of the boys, Julian, wearing an apron over a bright red outfit, making soup and listening to Berlin, Lionel Richie, and Michael Bolton while he did so. I asked him, "Julian, did you know that you're listening to the best cooking soundtrack I've heard in a long time?" He said, "Oh, yes. Music very nice! It is ze best and I like it very much and it sounds very nice. Very pretty. Here, you eat chorba!"
Yes.
10.1.13
The big day at Parliament today. Met up with Azota and crew and we headed south to Bucharest, about a three hour drive away. With Autumn heavy in the air, and the leaves changing, it was a beautiful drive. It also snowed on the way, which is pretty wild to me (and even the locals) as summer ended a mere ten days ago. On the drive down, I had a chance to chat with a woman named Silvia, who works at Catharsis, as well as a man named Fomel who's a social worker in Brasov (sitting in the seat in front of me were reporters for the national news, though I had no idea at the time!). Both of them are very kind, knowledgeable people and, even though there is a strong language barrier between us, they helped teach me a lot about the current climate of adoption in Romania.
One of the things they taught me is that there's a recalcitrance from Romanian government officials towards legalizing international adoption again, because there is a fear that children will be trafficked by the families who adopt them. Trafficking is absolutely a very real evil, and I'm no expert on the topic. But my initial reaction to that fear is that trafficking can happen no matter the circumstances, and I don't think allowing orphaned children here to be adopted internationally opens the floodgates for trafficking as a result. This is one thing I'll address in my speech if they still want me to give it: that you don't allow known evils (documented deplorable conditions at many Romanian orphanages) to continue by creating a rule to ward off hypotheticals.
One of the things they taught me is that there's a recalcitrance from Romanian government officials towards legalizing international adoption again, because there is a fear that children will be trafficked by the families who adopt them. Trafficking is absolutely a very real evil, and I'm no expert on the topic. But my initial reaction to that fear is that trafficking can happen no matter the circumstances, and I don't think allowing orphaned children here to be adopted internationally opens the floodgates for trafficking as a result. This is one thing I'll address in my speech if they still want me to give it: that you don't allow known evils (documented deplorable conditions at many Romanian orphanages) to continue by creating a rule to ward off hypotheticals.
After passing through the gates and security screening at the entrance, we walked to a wing of Senate where the debate was to take place.
Cameras surrounded several teenagers, who had flown out here for specifically for this moment. They were some of the last to have been adopted internationally from Romania, and they were here to offer their testimony on why international adoption should be reopened. The fact that they flew from all over - New Zealand, America, Germany - itself shows how strongly they're resolved to seeing this through, and how much they don't want kids to have to spend their whole childhood in Romanian orphanages.
I got to speak to some of the kids before the debate began (running an hour behind schedule, just as all governmental dealings worldwide are supposed to...) and learned a bit more about their experiences. Their descriptions of the conditions in which they grew up support the images captured by documentaries about Romanian orphanages in the 90's, such as the stories on 20/20,or those by John Upton. Kids neglected, babies left in cribs, unattended, for days on end. Group showers, overcrowded bedrooms, kids infected with HIV by unknowing workers at the orphanages. Horrendous.
Cameras surrounded several teenagers, who had flown out here for specifically for this moment. They were some of the last to have been adopted internationally from Romania, and they were here to offer their testimony on why international adoption should be reopened. The fact that they flew from all over - New Zealand, America, Germany - itself shows how strongly they're resolved to seeing this through, and how much they don't want kids to have to spend their whole childhood in Romanian orphanages.
I got to speak to some of the kids before the debate began (running an hour behind schedule, just as all governmental dealings worldwide are supposed to...) and learned a bit more about their experiences. Their descriptions of the conditions in which they grew up support the images captured by documentaries about Romanian orphanages in the 90's, such as the stories on 20/20,or those by John Upton. Kids neglected, babies left in cribs, unattended, for days on end. Group showers, overcrowded bedrooms, kids infected with HIV by unknowing workers at the orphanages. Horrendous.
Witnessing how calmly and clearly they testified to the members of Senate in front of them, with cameras rolling, speaks volumes about their resolve, strength, and will. You could hear a pin drop in the room once they started speaking. Some of their parents spoke, as well. There was even a kid who called in via Skype just to testify, and he stayed on the line for the entire debate.
About halfway through, the Senators began to trickle out of the room, citing prior engagements that they needed to tend to.
Bullshit.
Here are these kids, products of the Romanian orphanage system they're testifying against, a result of international adoption they're testifying for, who flew halfway around the world to be here and these Senators had the nerve to claim to have some place more important to be. If this is something that actually mattered to them and something they wanted to change, no doubt they would've stayed until midnight if need be.
About halfway through, the Senators began to trickle out of the room, citing prior engagements that they needed to tend to.
Bullshit.
Here are these kids, products of the Romanian orphanage system they're testifying against, a result of international adoption they're testifying for, who flew halfway around the world to be here and these Senators had the nerve to claim to have some place more important to be. If this is something that actually mattered to them and something they wanted to change, no doubt they would've stayed until midnight if need be.
By the time it came for me to talk, I was basically preaching to the choir. Everyone in the room - about 50 at this point - were all in favor of legalizing international adoption. No matter. I gave the same speech I would've given if 50 Senators were in the room with them, as the entire proceedings were recorded and would be part of the record for anyone to hear moving forward.
I based my argument for reopening international adoption around my experience as a corrections officer at a maximum security juvenile jail, and as a documentarian who has witnessed the effects of long term orphanage institutionalization around the world. I said - in so many words - that it was clear, in my experience in both, that orphanages and foster care are supposed to be a temporary placement for children, and that placement with family relatives or a loving adoptive family is the best solution. That preventing current orphans from having that opportunity to be adopted by a caring family abroad, and keeping them in a government-run institution until they are 18 and then sending them out into the world and forcing them to "figure it out" on their own, is tantamount to giving up on them as individuals. That there are two evils in the world: one is doing bad things (keeping children in institutions for life, with no real escape plan), and the other is having the opportunity to change it and still allowing the bad things to happen (the ability to reopen international adoption, but voting against it).
I based my argument for reopening international adoption around my experience as a corrections officer at a maximum security juvenile jail, and as a documentarian who has witnessed the effects of long term orphanage institutionalization around the world. I said - in so many words - that it was clear, in my experience in both, that orphanages and foster care are supposed to be a temporary placement for children, and that placement with family relatives or a loving adoptive family is the best solution. That preventing current orphans from having that opportunity to be adopted by a caring family abroad, and keeping them in a government-run institution until they are 18 and then sending them out into the world and forcing them to "figure it out" on their own, is tantamount to giving up on them as individuals. That there are two evils in the world: one is doing bad things (keeping children in institutions for life, with no real escape plan), and the other is having the opportunity to change it and still allowing the bad things to happen (the ability to reopen international adoption, but voting against it).
I got a ride back home with Silvia, Fomel, and a woman named Caty who translated all of the English testimony into Romanian. I was positive she was American based on her non-existent English accent, but she actually grew up in Romania and learned English at an early age. Come to find out, she works at a private orphanage in Romania and would be welcome to me coming to interview her and see what a private orphanage in Romania is like.
We stopped, had dinner (thanks, Caty!) and little by little I soaked up more of their knowledge. A great day, full of learning and paradigm shifts, that I'll remember for a very long time.
We stopped, had dinner (thanks, Caty!) and little by little I soaked up more of their knowledge. A great day, full of learning and paradigm shifts, that I'll remember for a very long time.
10.2.13
Got the chance to sleep in a little bit today due to the late return last night, which was great. It was also nice being able to catch up on this here journal and picture editing for the better part of the afternoon before heading into town for dinner with Florin and Mariana.
I'm not much of a drinker, but my motto when it comes to drinking things is the same as eating: if it's served to me, I'll have it. With that in mind, when I was served a local beverage called Tuica, made from plums. I gave it a go, completely disregarding the fact Florin and Mariana weren't having any, and were also staring at me in almost shocked wonder as I brought it up to my lips. Then I realized it's between 100-150ish proof and I felt like I was swallowing fire. Joke's on me!
Soup in Romania also bears mentioning again, because it's really good. I have no idea what was in it, I just know it was tasty.
I'm not much of a drinker, but my motto when it comes to drinking things is the same as eating: if it's served to me, I'll have it. With that in mind, when I was served a local beverage called Tuica, made from plums. I gave it a go, completely disregarding the fact Florin and Mariana weren't having any, and were also staring at me in almost shocked wonder as I brought it up to my lips. Then I realized it's between 100-150ish proof and I felt like I was swallowing fire. Joke's on me!
Soup in Romania also bears mentioning again, because it's really good. I have no idea what was in it, I just know it was tasty.
10.3.13
Well, I can now add "can semi-competently turn a window into a wall" to the list of trades I've picked up on the adventure so far. At the new center, there's a very limited budget with which to work, and new windows need to be installed in every room of the center. That's about 50 large windows, double-paned to act as added installation. Some of the rooms have over-sized windows, and whittling them down in size a bit would reduce the end cost.
Armed with a crowbar, a table saw, sheets of pressboard, and a couple hammers, a couple of the kids and I went to town on the window, reducing aesthetic beauty and cost on an almost identical margin.
Armed with a crowbar, a table saw, sheets of pressboard, and a couple hammers, a couple of the kids and I went to town on the window, reducing aesthetic beauty and cost on an almost identical margin.
10.4.13
Today was one of those days that casually slides by from morning coffee, to eventual breakfast, to at some point wiping the sleep out of your eyes, all the while being full of great company and conversation. I feel more and more a part of the community here at UPSV, and I'm starting to be able to hold my own at rummy, which I figure can only work in my favor of earning respect in the eyes of the guys.
I don't know if productively lazy, or lazily productive, days exist, but I think they must because today felt like one. Lucky to be here and share conversation with the guys and, even though the language barrier still remains high, the sense of comradery shared seems to communicate things that words simply cannot.
I don't know if productively lazy, or lazily productive, days exist, but I think they must because today felt like one. Lucky to be here and share conversation with the guys and, even though the language barrier still remains high, the sense of comradery shared seems to communicate things that words simply cannot.
10.5.13
The day after I got to Brasov, Florin showed me a documentarian's dream: hours and hours of archived footage from his childhood in orphanages, news interviews with him, interviews with the kids at UPSV... It was almost overwhelming in its sheer volume, and his fastidiousness will work wonders when it comes time to edit the Romania part of the documentary. Florin showed me footage of him as an 8 year-old, sitting on the stairs of the orphanage, elbow-to-elbow with hundreds of other orphans during a Christmas celebration. Today, I got the opportunity to visit this orphanage and it was one of the most profound experiences I've had on the trip so far.
The orphanage where Florin spent the better part of his childhood is a 45 minute drive from Brasov, straight into the mountains. It's an absolutely gorgeous ski town. For a number of reasons, the orphanage closed over a decade ago. When we parked in front of it, the first thing that struck me was the almost surreal surroundings which envelop the building. You can almost reach out and touch the snow-capped peaks, the red and gold forest, and the crisp blue sky. The building itself is about the size of an elementary school.
The orphanage where Florin spent the better part of his childhood is a 45 minute drive from Brasov, straight into the mountains. It's an absolutely gorgeous ski town. For a number of reasons, the orphanage closed over a decade ago. When we parked in front of it, the first thing that struck me was the almost surreal surroundings which envelop the building. You can almost reach out and touch the snow-capped peaks, the red and gold forest, and the crisp blue sky. The building itself is about the size of an elementary school.
A decade is a long time, but in the whole scheme of things it's not so much. So when I imagine a building that hasn't been maintained for this amount of time, I picture an overgrown yard and maybe some windows broken. Stepping in through the basement of Florin's childhood home, though, it was as if a bomb had been dropped on it. Water trickles down from the ceiling, through four floors, to the basement. Rubble, electrical wires, standing water, clothes, garbage cover every step of the floor. There's graffiti all over the walls. The roof is caving in.
As Florin guided me from one room to another - the kitchen where he had years of meals, the infirmary, the library, his bedroom - what struck me the most is how nonchalant he seemed by all of it. We found old library cards on the ground, the handwriting of kids still visible. In that moment there seemed to be a slight hint of reflection and nostalgia on life as it was, quickly replaced by the reality of life as it is now. I asked him if it was weird to be back here, to see it like this, to reflect on it. Without a moment's hesitation he replied, "No, it's just life. It goes on. This was my childhood, but the building is just a building. I like to look at life as a game and have fun and smile and not worry about what has already happened."
As Florin guided me from one room to another - the kitchen where he had years of meals, the infirmary, the library, his bedroom - what struck me the most is how nonchalant he seemed by all of it. We found old library cards on the ground, the handwriting of kids still visible. In that moment there seemed to be a slight hint of reflection and nostalgia on life as it was, quickly replaced by the reality of life as it is now. I asked him if it was weird to be back here, to see it like this, to reflect on it. Without a moment's hesitation he replied, "No, it's just life. It goes on. This was my childhood, but the building is just a building. I like to look at life as a game and have fun and smile and not worry about what has already happened."
When we were in one of the third-floor classrooms, he showed me a window that a six year-old kid slipped out of, falling down to his death. Florin said that happened because there weren't enough workers to pay attention to the kids, and that even more kids died over the years he was there due to simple neglect. It was the same reason he got picked on by so many of the older kids, constantly beaten.
To see him sitting on the same stairs as the Christmas party video - what once was a well-maintained hall with hundreds of kids gazing in hushed awe at the tree, and has since been replaced by years of water damage and walls caving in - was surreal. To be in the room where he first got the idea for UPSV some 15 years ago, and to think about all that has come to fruition in that time, the sheer number of kids like him that he has helped, is one of those things it's impossible to not step back, look at, and admire.
To see him sitting on the same stairs as the Christmas party video - what once was a well-maintained hall with hundreds of kids gazing in hushed awe at the tree, and has since been replaced by years of water damage and walls caving in - was surreal. To be in the room where he first got the idea for UPSV some 15 years ago, and to think about all that has come to fruition in that time, the sheer number of kids like him that he has helped, is one of those things it's impossible to not step back, look at, and admire.
There's something extraordinarily powerful about being in the place where an idea is born, when you know how it turns out in the end. It's a testament to the human spirit. To the possibility of dreams. To hard-work and dedication creating something truly remarkable, especially when the odds seem fixed from the start. In this case, it's a testament to Florin. I know of only a handful of individuals who could claim to be as self-made as he is.
After we left, we visited the family of a boy who Florin helped at UPSV. The boy, now in his late 20's, is working in England, and his wife and two daughters are packing up to move out there next month. The boy came to Florin as a kid who'd just been forced to leave his orphanage with nowhere to go. Florin gave him a home and hope for the future. I'm sure from Florin's point of view, this may not be something remarkable: it's a simple product of something he's always wanted to do. But from the outside, it's obvious that his influence with UPSV had a large hand in the boy meeting the girl, the two of them getting married and having girls of their own, and the boy having a good job, far removed from the poverty that dominated his childhood.
After we left, we visited the family of a boy who Florin helped at UPSV. The boy, now in his late 20's, is working in England, and his wife and two daughters are packing up to move out there next month. The boy came to Florin as a kid who'd just been forced to leave his orphanage with nowhere to go. Florin gave him a home and hope for the future. I'm sure from Florin's point of view, this may not be something remarkable: it's a simple product of something he's always wanted to do. But from the outside, it's obvious that his influence with UPSV had a large hand in the boy meeting the girl, the two of them getting married and having girls of their own, and the boy having a good job, far removed from the poverty that dominated his childhood.
10.6.13
I'll admit: before I got to Brasov, I was ignorant to the fact that the lore of Dracula stemmed from Romania. Well, Florin, Emeric, Ianoz, and I went to Bran Castle to see the place where it all started. At least that was the plan. It was closed when we got there. Sad days.
But as they always so, the unexpected is where the adventure starts. Even though the adventure here was simply walking around the little shops near the castle, drinking boiled wine, and sampling delicious local cheeses, it was still a good one.
When we got back to the center, Emeric made "mamaliga", a Romanian dish of polenta and cheese, with some cheese that he picked up. No surprise, it was mighty good. Also no surprise, we played rummy while we dined. (Also also no surprise, I lost).
But as they always so, the unexpected is where the adventure starts. Even though the adventure here was simply walking around the little shops near the castle, drinking boiled wine, and sampling delicious local cheeses, it was still a good one.
When we got back to the center, Emeric made "mamaliga", a Romanian dish of polenta and cheese, with some cheese that he picked up. No surprise, it was mighty good. Also no surprise, we played rummy while we dined. (Also also no surprise, I lost).
10.7.13
You know how when you go into an old school it smells like books and pencil shavings and learning? Well, imagine how much it'd reek of those if you stood in a school that was built in 1495. That's when the first school in Romania was built, and to be standing in it today was a pretty neat experience. I've also never seen a printing press or books that are about the size of a dinner table and with a metal cover until today. History is a neat, musty-smelling thing.
10.8.13
This morning I went with a couple of the guys to volunteer helping to disperse food at Brasov's equivalent of a food bank. People get the chance to come here once a year, and about 12,000 do. When we arrived, it was quite an unexpected scene. Hundreds of elderly or handicapped folks were pushing against a gate, clamoring to get in against fully equipped police officers who were holding them back. Finally, the gate opened and they were all forced to hurry up and wait.
Each family that came in got about 50 pounds of food. Among it: flour, corn flour, oil, sugar, pasta, honey, vegetables, pasta sauce. Everyone received the exact same package, complete with Romanian government stamp on each package.
To be there with the guys, who truth be told are not economically in a much better position than the majority of folks who came through the door, was definitely a memorable experience. Watching them volunteer, help the elderly carry their bags to their car, and just really want to make a difference was beautiful.
Each family that came in got about 50 pounds of food. Among it: flour, corn flour, oil, sugar, pasta, honey, vegetables, pasta sauce. Everyone received the exact same package, complete with Romanian government stamp on each package.
To be there with the guys, who truth be told are not economically in a much better position than the majority of folks who came through the door, was definitely a memorable experience. Watching them volunteer, help the elderly carry their bags to their car, and just really want to make a difference was beautiful.
In the afternoon, Florin, Ianotz and I went up the cable car that runs up the "Hollywood" sign of Brasov. I could talk about how pretty the view was, or I could just let the pictures do the talking. I'll go with the latter.
Two guys came to the center today, who'd been working in Germany for the last couple months. Looking forward to meeting them and hearing some of their stories!
Two guys came to the center today, who'd been working in Germany for the last couple months. Looking forward to meeting them and hearing some of their stories!
10.9.13
Volunteered at the food bank in the morning with the guys again, and it was another great experience. In the afternoon, the materials came in to the new center for the new roof, which means we can now finish that project! While it wasn't the metal roof or composite I hoped it would maybe be, it was free (donated by a company named Alcron) and it'll do the job, so right on.
Whenever there's work on a project being done, it's all but guaranteed that Florin will have his camera out. Which is great, because it's important to document all of this, especially when sending thanks to the companies that donate material or funds. I've always been more a fan of candid, action shots than posed, pretend ones. Maybe it's the documentarian in me. And it's not better or worse, but Florin is more a proponent of posed photos. The only drawback to this school is that it's sort of difficult to stand still and smile when you're hauling 100 pounds of roofing material out of the truck to the building...
Whenever there's work on a project being done, it's all but guaranteed that Florin will have his camera out. Which is great, because it's important to document all of this, especially when sending thanks to the companies that donate material or funds. I've always been more a fan of candid, action shots than posed, pretend ones. Maybe it's the documentarian in me. And it's not better or worse, but Florin is more a proponent of posed photos. The only drawback to this school is that it's sort of difficult to stand still and smile when you're hauling 100 pounds of roofing material out of the truck to the building...
So after the tenth picture like this, I played a little joke on Florin. One of the guys loaded his arms up with two massive rolls of the roofing material, and I told him I'd grab some shots of him with his camera. I said, "Florin, smile! Wait...let me try this angle...no that's not as good. Maybe this angle...hmm...where's your flash? Do you think I need flash? We're outside in the day, maybe I don't need it. OK. No flash. Wait, let me try the first angle again." By the time he could no longer hold the rolls, he was doubled over laughing, appreciating the taste of his own medicine.
10.10.13
Caty, the interpreter from the trip to Parliament, invited me to check out the orphanage in Brasov where she works. Aside from working full-time at the orphanage, shes also adopted three kids (the first at 19) on her own, has her law degree, and can speak several languages fluently. And her English is probably better than mine even though she didn't start speaking it until she was a teenager. So there's that!
The orphanage is privately funded by German donors, so it's not technically a Romanian orphanage since it's not government supported. Walking around the grounds, meeting the children and some of the staff, it's easy to see that this doesn't fit the prototypical mode of the Romanian orphanage that would come to mind. On first blush, it's on par with Namaste and Ebenezer for best orphanage that I've been to. It houses 25 kids, split into two separate houses and core families, though it's clear with the amount of love they seem to receive that they are one big family when it comes down to it.
The woman in charge of the whole orphanage came out here years ago with her husband, who has since passed, to start it. They rely strictly on individual donors from back in Germany, and it's impressive to see that there hasn't been too many struggles with securing that over the years. She's also a truly caring, grounded woman who reminds me of one of my dearest family friends, Addie Ostrowski.
The orphanage is privately funded by German donors, so it's not technically a Romanian orphanage since it's not government supported. Walking around the grounds, meeting the children and some of the staff, it's easy to see that this doesn't fit the prototypical mode of the Romanian orphanage that would come to mind. On first blush, it's on par with Namaste and Ebenezer for best orphanage that I've been to. It houses 25 kids, split into two separate houses and core families, though it's clear with the amount of love they seem to receive that they are one big family when it comes down to it.
The woman in charge of the whole orphanage came out here years ago with her husband, who has since passed, to start it. They rely strictly on individual donors from back in Germany, and it's impressive to see that there hasn't been too many struggles with securing that over the years. She's also a truly caring, grounded woman who reminds me of one of my dearest family friends, Addie Ostrowski.
At the end of the visit, I had an interview with Caty about her experiences adopting children of her own, the current state of orphanages in Romania, and if she thinks the trip to Parliament in hopes of re-opening international adoption will bear any fruit.
When she adopted her first two children, she was 19 and living in a studio apartment. She met them on the street, where they were living, and gave them a place to stay for the night. The night turned into a few days, which turned into weeks, and now ten years have passed and they're both off on their own adventures and holding down steady jobs.
Orphanages in Romania have improved a bit since the days of the conditions of kids chained to beds, babies dying in their cribs from neglect, and the building falling apart. But they're still overcrowded, understaffed, and far from perfect. So, strides have definitely been made, but it sounds like there's still a ways to go.
Now, when the Senators started filing out of the meeting while kids adopted from Romania were spilling their hearts out, pleading for them to re-open adoption, I started doubting whether or not international adoption would ever be made a reality again. After hearing what Caty thinks about the possibility, it seems there's almost no hope. To make a long story short, the orphanages make a lot of money for a lot of people, so the best interests of the kids aren't really taken into account. The local government gets money from the national government, the orphanage gets money from the government, local food companies, hardware stores, plumbers, electricians...they all get money from the orphanage. It's a cycle. It's money. It's the sad reality of the situation.
When she adopted her first two children, she was 19 and living in a studio apartment. She met them on the street, where they were living, and gave them a place to stay for the night. The night turned into a few days, which turned into weeks, and now ten years have passed and they're both off on their own adventures and holding down steady jobs.
Orphanages in Romania have improved a bit since the days of the conditions of kids chained to beds, babies dying in their cribs from neglect, and the building falling apart. But they're still overcrowded, understaffed, and far from perfect. So, strides have definitely been made, but it sounds like there's still a ways to go.
Now, when the Senators started filing out of the meeting while kids adopted from Romania were spilling their hearts out, pleading for them to re-open adoption, I started doubting whether or not international adoption would ever be made a reality again. After hearing what Caty thinks about the possibility, it seems there's almost no hope. To make a long story short, the orphanages make a lot of money for a lot of people, so the best interests of the kids aren't really taken into account. The local government gets money from the national government, the orphanage gets money from the government, local food companies, hardware stores, plumbers, electricians...they all get money from the orphanage. It's a cycle. It's money. It's the sad reality of the situation.
10.11.13
Kenya aside, I've had two fevers in the last five plus years. I don't know what my deal is, but last night I came down with another one. Maybe my body just needed to shut down for a minute, so today I accomplished absolutely nothing. And not in the "I lounged around in my sweatpants and watched re-runs of MASH and Lifetime Movies" fun kind of way. But in the I lied in a dimly lit room and used a whole roll of toilet paper to empty my sinuses throughout the day kind of way. On to the next.
10.12.13
One thing I learned tonight is that there are few things more more concussive than the sound of 30 sixth grade kids running around on the floor above you. If you're in the position, for some reason, of being in government housing where a middle school overnight field-trip is being held on the floor above you, just know that it sounds like Clydesdales traipsing around on a basketball court built atop tympani heads. In other words, sleep will not be your friend.
Of all the things at which I'm horrible - and that list would be equal to the anthology of Stephen King books - one of the most glaring is giving my body proper rest after being sick. I just don't like it, and I'm not proud of it. That's probably why I've been having little bouts with colds and fevers here and there over the course of the adventure. It's just hard to fully recover when it's not allowed to happen. Today was no exception.
With the new roofing materials coming in, I'd be damned if I wouldn't be a part of the easy work of installing it after spending hours and hours scraping hundreds of pounds of tar and guck off it with a shovel and pick-ax. Only one part was somewhat physically demanding, while the other was just tedious.
Of all the things at which I'm horrible - and that list would be equal to the anthology of Stephen King books - one of the most glaring is giving my body proper rest after being sick. I just don't like it, and I'm not proud of it. That's probably why I've been having little bouts with colds and fevers here and there over the course of the adventure. It's just hard to fully recover when it's not allowed to happen. Today was no exception.
With the new roofing materials coming in, I'd be damned if I wouldn't be a part of the easy work of installing it after spending hours and hours scraping hundreds of pounds of tar and guck off it with a shovel and pick-ax. Only one part was somewhat physically demanding, while the other was just tedious.
For the tedious: all of the strips of roofing came with a thin plastic coating on the bottom side to keep them from sticking together to themselves on the roll, and that plastic needed to be peeled off. Sounds easy enough, but it was surprisingly difficult to peel more than a three inch strip at a time, and when there's hundreds of square feet of it, it takes a bit. It was like peeling giant fruit roll-ups, only without the satisfaction of a delicious reward at the end.
For the physically demanding: all of the materials needed to get to the roof somehow. Hundreds and hundreds of pounds of roofing, tanks of propane, a crude blowtorch...our method? A makeshift pulley system seen here:
One of my favorite parts of the day was watching the husband and wife team who were hired to oversee the project and warm the roof with the blowtorch to allow the material to adhere. They were about 60, and incredibly kind. But literally every five minutes, they'd stop for a cigarette break. So it was roll a three foot section, tamp down, cigarette, repeat. Seeing the blowtorch used to light a cigarette? Highlight of the day.
At night, Marian made soup. You already know how it was: delicious.
For the physically demanding: all of the materials needed to get to the roof somehow. Hundreds and hundreds of pounds of roofing, tanks of propane, a crude blowtorch...our method? A makeshift pulley system seen here:
One of my favorite parts of the day was watching the husband and wife team who were hired to oversee the project and warm the roof with the blowtorch to allow the material to adhere. They were about 60, and incredibly kind. But literally every five minutes, they'd stop for a cigarette break. So it was roll a three foot section, tamp down, cigarette, repeat. Seeing the blowtorch used to light a cigarette? Highlight of the day.
At night, Marian made soup. You already know how it was: delicious.
10.13.13
Take two of the Dracula castle trip today. With the trees surrounding the castle putting on a fiery show of reds, oranges, and yellows, it was impossible to imagine a better backdrop in which to visit the birthplace of Robert Pattinson's great-great-grandfather.
The castle was a lot less creepy than I'd anticipated, and more just...castley. One room was dedicated to the legend of Dracula (based on Vlad the Impaler, who was I guess a ruthless warlord) and that was kind of neat. But my favorite part was when I happened upon a room that, at first glance, seemed to be a coat closet, but turned out to be where all of the torture devices were housed. There was a rope in front of it, and it was off limits to visitors. So I poked my head in and saw a human-shaped closet that was lined with spikes, a chair that looked like it stretched people to death, and a lady sitting in the corner next to a space heater. She gave me a look like, "I'm.......not here. You don't see me." Awkward eye-contact aside, I backed my head out of the room.
The castle was a lot less creepy than I'd anticipated, and more just...castley. One room was dedicated to the legend of Dracula (based on Vlad the Impaler, who was I guess a ruthless warlord) and that was kind of neat. But my favorite part was when I happened upon a room that, at first glance, seemed to be a coat closet, but turned out to be where all of the torture devices were housed. There was a rope in front of it, and it was off limits to visitors. So I poked my head in and saw a human-shaped closet that was lined with spikes, a chair that looked like it stretched people to death, and a lady sitting in the corner next to a space heater. She gave me a look like, "I'm.......not here. You don't see me." Awkward eye-contact aside, I backed my head out of the room.
There was also a flat-screen in one room, and also a gift shop, so here's what I wrote in the guest book.
We went to a haunted house afterward, where we mainly just took pictures posing next to the things and people who were supposed to be scaring us. Even though it wasn't the least bit frightening, more than enough entertainment value came from Marian gasping and jumping into me in terror at almost every turn.
Rasnov Citadel is just a couple miles west of Bran (Dracula castle) and well worth a visit if seeing a panoramic backdrop of snow-capped peaks and brilliantly colored forests from the vantage of an ancient citadel is your thing. Just the half-mile walk up alone as the color-wheel of leaves slowly cascade over you on their journey to the ground is beautiful in and of itself.
We went to a haunted house afterward, where we mainly just took pictures posing next to the things and people who were supposed to be scaring us. Even though it wasn't the least bit frightening, more than enough entertainment value came from Marian gasping and jumping into me in terror at almost every turn.
Rasnov Citadel is just a couple miles west of Bran (Dracula castle) and well worth a visit if seeing a panoramic backdrop of snow-capped peaks and brilliantly colored forests from the vantage of an ancient citadel is your thing. Just the half-mile walk up alone as the color-wheel of leaves slowly cascade over you on their journey to the ground is beautiful in and of itself.
Emeric and I went into the Citadel and wandered around. There are a lot of small shops inside, most selling the same sweaters, mugs, magnets, etc. But we happened upon a rock shop where the owner, in his 60's, regaled us with one of the most dirty jokes I've heard in a long time. That he was so awesome was almost enough to warrant me picking up an amethyst or some other.
Having never shot an arrow before, and seeing that I could shoot ten for a few bucks, I figured what better place than at an ancient citadel in Romania. I wouldn't say I was good, but I hit the target a few times and no one was injured, so I'll make a mark firmly in the "w" column.
Having never shot an arrow before, and seeing that I could shoot ten for a few bucks, I figured what better place than at an ancient citadel in Romania. I wouldn't say I was good, but I hit the target a few times and no one was injured, so I'll make a mark firmly in the "w" column.
10.14.13
At long last, we finished the roof today!
The guys worked tirelessly to get it done, and it was such a good bonding experience with them to collaborate on a project like this. And guess what we had for lunch to celebrate: pizza! It's back.
Romania, even though it's part of the EU, is on a separate monetary system from the Euro - the Lieu, or Ron. A couple years back, they changed their currency, and the old notes were really cool. Marian had one that he'd kept for the last ten years, and he gave it to me as a gift. So, so nice of him.
The guys worked tirelessly to get it done, and it was such a good bonding experience with them to collaborate on a project like this. And guess what we had for lunch to celebrate: pizza! It's back.
Romania, even though it's part of the EU, is on a separate monetary system from the Euro - the Lieu, or Ron. A couple years back, they changed their currency, and the old notes were really cool. Marian had one that he'd kept for the last ten years, and he gave it to me as a gift. So, so nice of him.
10.15.13
Not much manual labor work to be done for the next couple days, so I had a good window in which to start interviews with some of the guys. Today, I got to interview Adrian.
Here's his story, courtesy of www.upsv.org:
Adrian Petre Boiciuc. I was born on 16th July 1989 in Brasov. From when I was born until the age of 5 years I stayed with parents. Me and my parents along with my two older brothers stayed in a studio that was full of dampness and mold. I became seriously ill in the environment in which they lived, and my parents were unable to buy the medicine I needed because medicine was very expensive. In 1993 they decided to leave us, taking us to a foster home. When I arrived there, I was very small and I did not really know what was happening and why we were there. In 1996 I was transferred to the Placement Centre in Victoria Orasu, Brasov county. I had to get used to the environment there. I was beaten by the biggest person in my dorm every day, and the time would pass very slowly. I couldn’t wait for them to come to put me to sleep at night. I grew up a lot in the first two days I was there. I had to grow up fast. I learned a lot about how to act in life with the world around me.
At the age of 13, I started to do many sports, including swimming and gymnastics. I also did folk dancing and singing in Coru schools. My dad visited the Center every two years, and when he visited, he slept outside at the station as he was very poor and had to sleep outside. I did not hear anything from my mother until when I was 18, when I entered Grade 9 in Brasov. When I was in Grade 1 to Grade 8 I stayed in Orasu Victotia then decided to continue my studies at Brasov along with my middle brother. I stayed in a hostel in Brasov, in the High School building. After living in Brasov for two years, I met Florin Catanescu I helped Florin to renovate the Center and then Florin helped me to move from where I was to the Center, I like the conditions at the home building. It is much better there. I met a group of Americans who are some great people with big hearts. I want to have a life like any child who belongs in a happy family. I have finished school now and I would like to continue my studies at university.
Here's his story, courtesy of www.upsv.org:
Adrian Petre Boiciuc. I was born on 16th July 1989 in Brasov. From when I was born until the age of 5 years I stayed with parents. Me and my parents along with my two older brothers stayed in a studio that was full of dampness and mold. I became seriously ill in the environment in which they lived, and my parents were unable to buy the medicine I needed because medicine was very expensive. In 1993 they decided to leave us, taking us to a foster home. When I arrived there, I was very small and I did not really know what was happening and why we were there. In 1996 I was transferred to the Placement Centre in Victoria Orasu, Brasov county. I had to get used to the environment there. I was beaten by the biggest person in my dorm every day, and the time would pass very slowly. I couldn’t wait for them to come to put me to sleep at night. I grew up a lot in the first two days I was there. I had to grow up fast. I learned a lot about how to act in life with the world around me.
At the age of 13, I started to do many sports, including swimming and gymnastics. I also did folk dancing and singing in Coru schools. My dad visited the Center every two years, and when he visited, he slept outside at the station as he was very poor and had to sleep outside. I did not hear anything from my mother until when I was 18, when I entered Grade 9 in Brasov. When I was in Grade 1 to Grade 8 I stayed in Orasu Victotia then decided to continue my studies at Brasov along with my middle brother. I stayed in a hostel in Brasov, in the High School building. After living in Brasov for two years, I met Florin Catanescu I helped Florin to renovate the Center and then Florin helped me to move from where I was to the Center, I like the conditions at the home building. It is much better there. I met a group of Americans who are some great people with big hearts. I want to have a life like any child who belongs in a happy family. I have finished school now and I would like to continue my studies at university.
10.16.13
Remember the family I visited at the beginning, that live together in a small little, fire-damaged house with no electricity or running water? Today I got the chance to visit them again. They had a new baby just a couple weeks ago.
The mom was nursing the newborn boy when Florin and I walked in. It's so dark in there, it takes time for your eyes to adjust and be able to see anything. The heat from the tiny woodstove is intense, but it's what's used to heat the whole of the house. With less than nothing, and another mouth to feed, all of them are incredibly happy still. It's a reminder, to me, that happiness comes from who you're with, not what you're without.
The mom was nursing the newborn boy when Florin and I walked in. It's so dark in there, it takes time for your eyes to adjust and be able to see anything. The heat from the tiny woodstove is intense, but it's what's used to heat the whole of the house. With less than nothing, and another mouth to feed, all of them are incredibly happy still. It's a reminder, to me, that happiness comes from who you're with, not what you're without.
10.17.13
Camaraderie is a beautiful thing, and there are only a handful of people and places in my experience that match that of the guys at UPSV. To be clear, the majority are in their late teens and early twenties, so there's a fair amount of giving one another the business going around. That's to be expected. But when you see that one of the guys is out of work, and the others give them breakfast, lunch, dinner, coffee, cigarettes, whatever...that's a beautiful thing.
When there's a shared similar experience, especially in childhood, that's a springboard for bonding. No two stories are the same. But one thing I've noticed on my travels is that the kids at every orphanage, having lost both parents as a child - whether through death or being abandoned - cultivates in them an unmatched level of empathy. That empathy focuses even more strongly on birds of the same feather.
In tragedy, there's beauty.
When there's a shared similar experience, especially in childhood, that's a springboard for bonding. No two stories are the same. But one thing I've noticed on my travels is that the kids at every orphanage, having lost both parents as a child - whether through death or being abandoned - cultivates in them an unmatched level of empathy. That empathy focuses even more strongly on birds of the same feather.
In tragedy, there's beauty.
10.18.13
There are few things more satisfying than breaking apart large window frames with a crowbar, except for maybe successfully replacing crusty old single-pane windows with brand new double-paned ones. With all of the guys working hard from morning to night, we were able to install new windows in every room on the first floor. It's astonishing how much of a difference it makes on keeping things warm. Today the first bites of winter started approaching, the chill in the air starting to cut to the bone. The new center is going to be a cozy place to have a bowl or Romanian soup and a cup of hot chocolate while watching the snow cascade softly down to terra firma.
10.19.13
About a three hour drive from Brasov, through the mountains, is a town named Pleist. It's pretty good size, and much of the industry there is based around oil refineries, so it's definitely blue collar. Florin, Marian, and I went there to meet with a colleague of Florin's from his orphanage days. His colleague has a start-up center similar to USPV, where some boys who've come out of the orphanage system can go live and work.
The center here is in its beginning stages, but it certainly has the potential to do a lot of good in the community. After meeting everyone, the five of us went to visit some Section 8 housing for Gypsies, to which they also provide assistance. From the outside, it looks like a standard box apartment complex, similar to UPSV. The inside is a different story.
The center here is in its beginning stages, but it certainly has the potential to do a lot of good in the community. After meeting everyone, the five of us went to visit some Section 8 housing for Gypsies, to which they also provide assistance. From the outside, it looks like a standard box apartment complex, similar to UPSV. The inside is a different story.
One operational central shower for a floor with 40+ people clings to the side of the cracking tile in the bathroom. Rust stains from the pipes streak the toilets and floor. Water leaks a drip at a time in the corner of the bathroom that looks akin to one in a prison. Despite this, as seems to be the theme with the people I've met on the journey who have next to nothing, they're happy because they have community. That's a powerful thing.
One of the guys had a calendar of shirtless firemen hanging on his wall, with a lei draped around it. I asked him if being homosexual in Romania was met with a lot of negativity and opposition. He said that while it's certainly not an easy thing, and it is met with a lot of hatred, he's found acceptance in his group of friends and everyone looks out for one another. Good to hear it's not like Mississippi.
One of the guys had a calendar of shirtless firemen hanging on his wall, with a lei draped around it. I asked him if being homosexual in Romania was met with a lot of negativity and opposition. He said that while it's certainly not an easy thing, and it is met with a lot of hatred, he's found acceptance in his group of friends and everyone looks out for one another. Good to hear it's not like Mississippi.
Another guy in the housing had the most incredible collection of stereos, all linked together, that I'd ever seen. Cassette boomboxes, CD players, speakers...and the medium of choice to play the music blasting from the monument to sound was a USB stick. I just found that silly.
At the end of the day, we went to a store that Florin's colleague opened up in a school, which sells supplies and such for students. While it's yet to be seen if it will be profitable, if it is, it could be a great model for UPSV to follow with very little overhead and the potential for some good profit.
At the end of the day, we went to a store that Florin's colleague opened up in a school, which sells supplies and such for students. While it's yet to be seen if it will be profitable, if it is, it could be a great model for UPSV to follow with very little overhead and the potential for some good profit.
10.20.13
This may have been my favorite day in the entire Romania adventure.
It started out as it usually does: coffee, a bit of oatmeal, followed by a trip to the new center for a bit of work. Nothing much, just some moving lumber around and hitting things with other things. Julian made tons of coffee and tea, which is always a welcome refreshment. Then, I got to interview Julian, Stefan, and Florin. I'd post snippets of their stories, but the interviews were in Romanian and they aren't available on the UPSV site.
It started out as it usually does: coffee, a bit of oatmeal, followed by a trip to the new center for a bit of work. Nothing much, just some moving lumber around and hitting things with other things. Julian made tons of coffee and tea, which is always a welcome refreshment. Then, I got to interview Julian, Stefan, and Florin. I'd post snippets of their stories, but the interviews were in Romanian and they aren't available on the UPSV site.
Florin opted to do his entire interview in English. While some things probably got lost in translation, it was still compelling. I asked him about a lot of topics beyond my standard for the directors of the orphanage (I ask different to each one, but there are standards I'm always sure to ask). Florin's interview was unique, though, in that he's an orphan, too. I asked him about the first time he met his mom (at 20 - he didn't care for it), what he felt when she died (not much, because she was basically a stranger), what his biggest triumph of his life was (opening and maintaining UPSV for 10 years)...He's a great man with a huge heart, and he's overcome almost insurmountable obstacles to get to where he is today. I'm lucky to know him.
After the interviews, Florin, Marian, Ionutz, Julian, and I went up to the Brasov citadel. The views were gorgeous. I ended up getting in a bit over my head though.
After the interviews, Florin, Marian, Ionutz, Julian, and I went up to the Brasov citadel. The views were gorgeous. I ended up getting in a bit over my head though.
And by a "bit over my head," I mean I got into a sword fight. With real-life swords and armor. Against a guy who has years of experience. In front of an audience that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. A few cuts, a finger sliced open, and bloody nose later, I escaped alive!
*Note: If you ever find yourself in a medieval citadel, and a guy comes up to you and asks, "You wanna fight?" Say, "Umm...yes. Yes I do." It'll be worth it.
Hand bloodied, we went to a farmer's market which only happens once a month. Local honey, delicacies, wine, and chocolate abounded, and I was a happy boy. I also got some pretty great souvenirs for my folks and others back home, and got a beanie handknit by a Romanian granny.
Then I ended up in the middle of a riot, complete with police in riot gear and shields, the cause to which I knew nothing about. I'm not talking WTO in Seattle-type riot, but a riot nonetheless.
*Note 2: If you find yourself in a riot in a foreign country, don't try to swim upstream. Just go with it.
*Note: If you ever find yourself in a medieval citadel, and a guy comes up to you and asks, "You wanna fight?" Say, "Umm...yes. Yes I do." It'll be worth it.
Hand bloodied, we went to a farmer's market which only happens once a month. Local honey, delicacies, wine, and chocolate abounded, and I was a happy boy. I also got some pretty great souvenirs for my folks and others back home, and got a beanie handknit by a Romanian granny.
Then I ended up in the middle of a riot, complete with police in riot gear and shields, the cause to which I knew nothing about. I'm not talking WTO in Seattle-type riot, but a riot nonetheless.
*Note 2: If you find yourself in a riot in a foreign country, don't try to swim upstream. Just go with it.
10.21.13
Thrift shopping in Romania is surprisingly similar to thrift shopping in the US, in that there is an inordinate amount of Nautica, Tommy Hilfigger, and 1987 Reebok sweatsuits lining the racks. It's also surprisingly expensive here. $7 for a t-shirt? Get outta town!
After going with Florin and Marian to a couple shops, I made it my mission to track down this sweatshirt which I saw on my first day in Romania and, like a fool, didn't buy when I saw it:
No luck.
After going with Florin and Marian to a couple shops, I made it my mission to track down this sweatshirt which I saw on my first day in Romania and, like a fool, didn't buy when I saw it:
No luck.
The silver lining, though, is I got to interview some more of the guys: Marian, younger Marian, and Ianotz.
Marian: Hi, I'm Marian Bors and I am 25 years old. I grew up in an orphanage in Fair Ocna, in Bacau county, where I lived up to the age of 14. Then my parents moved to Targu Ocna, in Brasov county. The Child Protection people had to transfer me, so I was close to them and so they moved me to another orphanage in the city of Brasov, Victoria, where I stayed until I turned 18 so that I could graduate. After I graduated, the Child Protection sent me to the night shelter. I did not like it there, because of the many people who were living on the streets. I did not feel suited to being there and I felt as if my life was drifting away there before I pulled myself together. I spent a period in rented accommodation where conditions were very good, but all the money I made from working went to paying taxes. Not having enough to eat, it was becoming increasingly difficult. I learned about Florin Catanescu through a friend, and about how he had lived in an orphanage, and about how he had managed to found a Center for Social Integration for youths like me.
Marian: Hi, I'm Marian Bors and I am 25 years old. I grew up in an orphanage in Fair Ocna, in Bacau county, where I lived up to the age of 14. Then my parents moved to Targu Ocna, in Brasov county. The Child Protection people had to transfer me, so I was close to them and so they moved me to another orphanage in the city of Brasov, Victoria, where I stayed until I turned 18 so that I could graduate. After I graduated, the Child Protection sent me to the night shelter. I did not like it there, because of the many people who were living on the streets. I did not feel suited to being there and I felt as if my life was drifting away there before I pulled myself together. I spent a period in rented accommodation where conditions were very good, but all the money I made from working went to paying taxes. Not having enough to eat, it was becoming increasingly difficult. I learned about Florin Catanescu through a friend, and about how he had lived in an orphanage, and about how he had managed to found a Center for Social Integration for youths like me.
Ionut: Hi, I am Ionut Cojocaru and I was born in the city of Negresti on 23rd March 1998. I am a student in ninth grade at high school in Mircea Cristea, Brasov. I lived with my parents until the age of 14 years then I moved to the UPSV Centre for Social Integration. This happened because of my parents, who were separated because my father is an alcoholic and he beat my mother every time he got drunk, and did not care about me. Because my mother does not have a good financial situation, I had to move into a home school where you learn. I later found out about Florin, and he was willing to take my situation. It is much better here with Florin than at the boys home, as Florin helps me a lot and cares for me. In the future I want to finish high school and then do a college course, and to help my mother when she gets old.
Something I noticed in the interviews, as a result of seeing the guys' rooms, is it seems like there's a little bit of arrested development. It's not a bad thing, or in a profound way. It's just different. Things from their childhood that most of us usually let go of and forget about (and then bawl our eyes out when we see Toy Story 3) - stuffed animals, cartoon character clothes, etc. - are held onto. Maybe it's nostalgia permeating the present, and maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it's that there wasn't a parent figure to tell them they had to get rid of their toys because they were too old. I'm not sure. It's just something interesting I noticed.
Something I noticed in the interviews, as a result of seeing the guys' rooms, is it seems like there's a little bit of arrested development. It's not a bad thing, or in a profound way. It's just different. Things from their childhood that most of us usually let go of and forget about (and then bawl our eyes out when we see Toy Story 3) - stuffed animals, cartoon character clothes, etc. - are held onto. Maybe it's nostalgia permeating the present, and maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it's that there wasn't a parent figure to tell them they had to get rid of their toys because they were too old. I'm not sure. It's just something interesting I noticed.
10.22.13
One of the things on my "Romania bucket list" was simple: to sit in the middle of the city, drink coffee, and people watch. Today, crossed it off the list.
I also hiked up to some really nice viewpoints, FINALLY made it into the Black Church (which was really underwhelming) and had some more local pastries and deliciousness.
When I got back, I had an interview with Emeric. His English is really good, so I didn't even need to ask him questions in my broken Romanian. He's probably the most responsible 23 year-old I've ever met. His dream is to one day have a three story house where his whole family, siblings included, live together. He doesn't care about promotions at work (he works at a factory building turbines for windmills), just wants an honest wage and a simple life. Good guy.
And then of course, Rummy.
P.S., I won.
I also hiked up to some really nice viewpoints, FINALLY made it into the Black Church (which was really underwhelming) and had some more local pastries and deliciousness.
When I got back, I had an interview with Emeric. His English is really good, so I didn't even need to ask him questions in my broken Romanian. He's probably the most responsible 23 year-old I've ever met. His dream is to one day have a three story house where his whole family, siblings included, live together. He doesn't care about promotions at work (he works at a factory building turbines for windmills), just wants an honest wage and a simple life. Good guy.
And then of course, Rummy.
P.S., I won.
10.23.13
Last day already. Dammit.
Azota called Florin and asked if we could stop by the Catharsis office to say bye. She greeted me with her trademark bright red lipsticked kisses on the cheek, and her second trademark: asking me to help with something on the computer. "Ten minutes," she promised, "ten minutes." An hour and a half later, goodbyes were said. Of course I don't mind, because she and everyone else at Catharsis are absolutely great. It just meant the rest of the day would be a little more crammed before my train ride out.
One thing high on the priority list: the grand finale game of Rummy. And it was all it should've been. Lala and I were playing Florin and Emeric - two seasoned pros. They crossed the 5,000 point threshold needed to win while Lala and I were dragging our feet in the hundreds. But in Rummy, you can't win unless you close a game after crossing 5,000 points. Six games later, Lala and I caught them. And we closed. And it was awesome (not that I'm a gloater or anything, but it was the most epic comeback in the history of comebacks in any sport or pastime known to man).
Azota called Florin and asked if we could stop by the Catharsis office to say bye. She greeted me with her trademark bright red lipsticked kisses on the cheek, and her second trademark: asking me to help with something on the computer. "Ten minutes," she promised, "ten minutes." An hour and a half later, goodbyes were said. Of course I don't mind, because she and everyone else at Catharsis are absolutely great. It just meant the rest of the day would be a little more crammed before my train ride out.
One thing high on the priority list: the grand finale game of Rummy. And it was all it should've been. Lala and I were playing Florin and Emeric - two seasoned pros. They crossed the 5,000 point threshold needed to win while Lala and I were dragging our feet in the hundreds. But in Rummy, you can't win unless you close a game after crossing 5,000 points. Six games later, Lala and I caught them. And we closed. And it was awesome (not that I'm a gloater or anything, but it was the most epic comeback in the history of comebacks in any sport or pastime known to man).
Saying goodbye to these guys, after we'd worked, ate, and shared stories together almost every waking minute of the day...that was tough. The fact that we walked to the train station in full entourage mode...that helped and also made it more difficult. They're such incredibly good people. Every single one of them has a story that could rip your heart into a million little shards, with a smile and a laugh and understanding and of life and compassion that could sew it back together in an instant.
On the train ride to Budapest, I shared a couchette car with three folks: one from Romania, one from Slovakia, and one from Budapest. Until the lights went out, we had one of the most "in the now" conversations I've had in a long, long while. It was so good to glean their wisdom.
The couchette is actually pretty comfortable, and I slept pretty well. Until I was nudged awake by a border control police officer. Ten minutes of staring at my passport picture, then at me, that at the picture, then at me, and then calling over three other officers, the train was allowed to continue on. Curses to the hippy hair I rocked at 20!
Next stop after 10 days of sightseeing in Europe: Peru.
Amore vita.
On the train ride to Budapest, I shared a couchette car with three folks: one from Romania, one from Slovakia, and one from Budapest. Until the lights went out, we had one of the most "in the now" conversations I've had in a long, long while. It was so good to glean their wisdom.
The couchette is actually pretty comfortable, and I slept pretty well. Until I was nudged awake by a border control police officer. Ten minutes of staring at my passport picture, then at me, that at the picture, then at me, and then calling over three other officers, the train was allowed to continue on. Curses to the hippy hair I rocked at 20!
Next stop after 10 days of sightseeing in Europe: Peru.
Amore vita.
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