Friday, October 2, 2009

Where Can I Buy A Zuca Bag In The Uk?

Chapter 1: A complete start-up phase

a beautiful good day everyone I wish you out of Terra Mirim! My first real report from here is a little on longer than intended and due to the slightly different keyboard, I use neither, unfortunately, "ö", "ä", "ü", or "beta". Forgive me here for!
I hope this little story is still worth reading, can give a first impression of what I do here and maybe then answer the question: How to live because of the Max over there really so?

Much love I wish from the other side of the Atlantico and I look forward to every message from the autumnal Germany (there are no real seasons).
Your Max


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are now passed since our arrival so already a good four weeks, and in this course has done a lot. I must confess that it is not possible to write down everything. Because of course you can experience new things every day and wins a lot of impressions.

Firstly would be the language course, which I made in Salvador City in the first two weeks. This city is huge. In Germany I had already glanced at a map and actually believed that the city lies just around the corner. But must every day 3-4 hours by bus to make the language course, I have learned better.

Up to Salvador get there from here, really only having right coaches. These have front but never a word "para Salvador. Ergo: you stand on the roadside, trying desperately to identify at a speed of 70 ANRAS buses by their color - stupid, as if another car still chugs forward drann.

Then you have to stretch his arm out quickly and hope that the bus drivers are just not paying attention. When running bad, because one can ever lose half an hour! Then finally you sit a while in the air-conditioned vehicle and looks out the window track, forever past the quarters of the poor "Periferia. And then suddenly: huge skyscrapers, frenzied and noisy traffic, and people everywhere in the middle of the "Motorway" a Abwasserbruehe that stinks and slowly floats to himself. Once there, we should get a nice way and then go to the city bus, which leads one then, with a windchill detour, the German Goethe Institute.
This house is to be considered quite impressive: essentially a small villa, surrounded by 20-storey high pick Eaters. And also from the inside you the impression of a like being in a European enclave. Because there are a super-stocked library with modern internet connections, top air-conditioned classrooms and even a bar. The classes were more likely to say Brazilian, "chato" - boring. Group course I had actually booked, the group should be But then as I-AG meet. With my teacher, I was allowed 2 weeks 1.5 hours per day all the grammatical rules by going out there. I've longed in time more often Teetje, my teacher in Germany (F + U language school), bring about, who knew how to bring variety and mood in the hours.
knew how I already after the third day, which would on the next to come at me, would talk about the previous day, write down a new rule of grammar, such as reading, making 30 of its own examples from the head (where I always denied the creativity of the service) and discuss homework. I learned quite a bit here, but in relation to the stress of driving every day, the matter has not been successful.

Overall these two weeks were very exhausting, but at the same time of miserable hours of sitting and Zeittotschlagens minted. Although you can try to keep up with reading in a good mood, but with the constantly wagging and the roller coaster riding style of Salvador "Motor Istas," is only one bad.
evening I was allowed to make more diligent in addition homework and learn new words to round out the cause.
pity on these first two weeks was that I often unfortunately could not enjoy the excellent food, cooked is in Terra Mirim - vegetarian, varied, full of colorful exotic delicacies, freshly squeezed juices prepared rounded and loving of Nalva, our Bahian Küchenfee. This really is insanely great and sometimes even the Swabians ousted in me that yearns for delicious ravioli and pretzels.

Since last week I am right now in the timing of the Fundação involved. I work two shifts every day and Saturdays in the morning. A "layer" refers to an activity usually 9-12 clock, and from 13.30 - 17.00 clock. Variety is well catered for. The tool shed, sweep and pretty much everything in it grind and brush with anti-rust agent, freeing a bed of Umkraut, check invoices, create the list of food pantry the day before the big market visit, archive records, assign an old library cleaning up or a visit to the wholesale market itself, are tasks that Dilan and I are allowed to do.
Admittedly, I found it difficult in the beginning to come to terms with these tasks were, but I started with the intention of the ministry to devote himself directly to the environment and to work with as many (needy) people together. This discrepancy between expectation and reality, coupled with the constraining language, plus the subsequent homesickness is a closed and sad Max is a forlorn, one-week Realitaetsflucht followed in my Buecherwelt. To me then in a clarifying Gesprachaech with some leaders then the philosophy of Terra Mirim was explained what I have since happier and am about to sigh, to appreciate: everything is one. Each work
favored another. A clean, orderly library favored as reading the local youths, so this is a little nudge towards the education initiative. Stainless steel tools cut costs for all roommates and lead to the result that every green spot is nice, the toilets work and the roof is stable, which is admittedly, in turn, positively influences the mood of the people.
The tricky at this point is perhaps the fact that as an impatient 19 year old would like to quickly see how the work done to be effective and that they immediately something "back there". But, and this is very aware slowly comes back something noticeably with time.
I learned afterwards, especially one important thing: Dialogue is the foundation for good cooperation. Always.

But now things of the exhilarating new everyday!

I care about the preservation of the 25 colonies of bees, about once every three days will be supplied with sugar, to "grow" magnificent. But it may need more skill than one might think at first glance. Because while the old Sirupflaeschchen, the costs are usually at an entrance to the beehive, clean, hard-working to make pets out precisely to seal this food access. Why? Bees may nest in any light.
And that comes in through even the short time remaining input. free cut So you have to with great caution and a sharp knife in, but of course it may not get behind bee. Should this happen - practical experience taught me this already - and you accidentally the population to "population-minus-one" does, you can be happy that the evolution of this subspecies has robbed the sting. Because then declared a war on the colony, they swarm en masse from their dwelling and try to sell the murderer. This makes it easier not to do them the favor of good care. What does one but not all for the forest, the lungs of our lives :-)
By far the most enjoyable but the days are sections that I can spend in the "organic school". Morning and afternoon will be delivered during the week a school bus load happy child. 7 - 14 years, all age groups are represented, which are divided into two grade levels. There are then read poems and written off, dissolved Gruppenraetsel and operated primarily artistic activities. The big issue with which one is dealing here is nature. A sample lesson: There is a poem read aloud over the colors of the butterflies, according to written off, a butterfly handicrafts, and when the time still enough taken a walk to the lake, where there is to admire all kinds of butterflies. It is gratifying to see that even the youngest already mastered some extent, the publication! I sit down then just normal (not an easy task) to the kids in the classroom and trying here and there to give you some tips on how to "read the rather further apart, one sees that there are two words," or "is missing or a letter ". Lately I've just tried to put his own hand a math-fun hours to eight girls on the legs. The Tafelaufschrieb and the example summarily left out - no chalk far and wide, table buried under posters - I had with my Portuguese scraps to improvise more or less helpless. Children's Sudokus I have them trying to get closer. Some even with some success. Although no single Sudoku perfectly back on the desk of teacher Max came and many a glance looked pretty bored, so it was a complete surprise the question, "it has been fun for you" unanimous "yes". You put stop splashing around not.
Full of anticipation I had a detailed training plan for designed my first volleyball lessons, only to discover that my five 8 year old girls to be who actually prefer to capture or "Quem tem medo do Homem branco - Who afraid of white men" want to play. And after only five minutes had the public mind that actually a sport on the agenda was. End of the hour I found myself by the way, again surrounded by giggling girls, in a field of street chalk and had to parry hands singing ... but such is the soul of a child: not planned to the last detail, but free, easy and carefree. Of these, one could, unfortunately, in the (gray) adult world sometimes a leaf out of.
In their breaks to go above all the guys are on the soccer field in front of the school where I am active Paste as a supervisor you. It is indeed true: the young, barefoot playing Brazilian guys have it in the blood. A great technique and quite a Ronaldinho-Move with a hoe to make a point and again pause. We know this principle no German footballer Oliver Kahn and Ballack did not even tell them what. Later than when I move next year as the only cheering German by the weeping crowds in the streets of Salvador, one is on my Mario Gomez - remember jersey.

What we really otherwise?

Inspired by the local Capoeira Cracks that are acrobatic and salto striking in any place where tourists go long, I exercise myself initially bold at the Handstand (Record:! 10 seconds) and Dilan even at the top level. In the long term the Flick-Flack with final Rueckwaertssalto is of course the goal!

On the last three weekends we have taken the smaller tours in the area. We were for example at the Praia do Forte, a super nice beach with Meeresschildkroetenaufzucht, you can also visit. It was not very hard for me to inspire a passionate fan of the marine fauna. In addition to the five different Wasserschildkroetenarten Brazil, raised in special breeding ponds to be protected from enemies, there was also a pool with giant sharks, giant rays, or a pool with a wingspan of 2 meters. Seen from above, it is clear to the viewer as a truly aesthetic appearance. Oh, and of course the beach itself was fantastic!

A boat ride through the "Baia dos Todos os Santos" around the corner, we could not take us a week ago, with two of the 57 islands was halted to behold again two Bilderbuchstraende. With
celebrating Brazilians, who drink the water (in the morning at 9:00 clock) caipirinhas drums, and cheer for a singer on a ship in the book, once we really gripped the Brazil-feeling. And good cheer, though again slightly burnt, we could not even the 1.5 Return to spoil the mood.

did Saturday two weeks ago, we are the "Dia da musica" go to Palmares, a small neighboring village, on the playground. The show started a mere 2.5 hours after it was originally scheduled - the typical Brazilian composure had closed and we Germans were nice as stupid and far too early. What was once more exaggerated with the structured nature? However, it was then a really entertaining evening. First, our wonderful dances were presented in all variations of the youth of the area. Hip - hop dances could not fail, but also African dances from Camila, which itself derives dance lessons in the Fundação brought the school playground "for cooking". Then it left a local hip-hop group "Os 5 loucos" on taking to 'perform' well-known classics of the Brazilian scene and the atmosphere was great. In the age of 6 - 25 all rapped with busy and sometimes I even ran a famous phrase about the lips. When the concert later in the evening was over, we have this rap band with a little entertain, and it became clear: the German rap has unfortunately been unable thus far. Funnily enough, these "five crazy" in reality only half as hard as it can suggest the texts and so we became friends a little with them. You will probably be at a party in October, in Terra Mirim, a small deposit for the best.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Birth Day Party Title

small anecdote about the Brazilian bureaucracy

In Germany, equipped with a visa that some costs, a police conduct certificate, two completed application forms with passport photographs, a letter from Terra Mirim, an insurance release my mother about aid, and a letter from our sending calls had been we are asked by the Brazilian Consulate in Munich, "register" our visa in Brazil by the police to leave. It looked like this:
- 2 hour bus ride to the police headquarters in Salvador: "Please go to the branch Airport
- 1.5 hours by bus to the airport:" Haha, you have to only 80 € to pay taxes, notarized copies of all required Passport required documents, submit two passport photos, bring the original of the application for the visa in Germany and left marks of all 10 fingers. Because they need a passport for foreigners. "
- 2 hour bus ride back to Terra Mirim
- contact the Brazilian Embassy in Germany: "We know nothing about it and you can not to be "
- contacting the German Honorary Consulate in Salvador," Everyone must do this here, this is quite normal. Every day without Auslaenderausweiss pay from 30 days stay punishment "
- 2 hours in the town to make passport photos
- 2 hour drive to the airport." No, no. Pay is not the police here, please go to the bank next door "
- 2 hour wait at the bank handling process: 5 minutes.
- 1 hour filling in another Portuguese form (to the police does not speak another language, much less is friendly), talk about the fact this is my one document as an original ("It is stamped on both sides. How should a copy of his "" Não é original !"...)
- receiving a piece of paper bemittleidenswerten
- 2.5 hours way back, because we took the bus to start accidentally in the wrong direction

balance
- 14 bus ~ 40 reais
- Taxes ~ 190 reais
- 15 hours waiting in buses, at bus stops or in the bank
- dead nerve
- A small scrap of paper (preliminary Auslaenderausweis), original is "in a few months" nachgelieferth

Conclusion lives
Kafka