20 Jan 2014

Number’s Changing

by Edita Štulcaitė

Der Blogeintrag wird dieses Mal eher persönlich ausfallen. Während der Adventszeit fiel mir zunehmend auf, dass ich mich hier fast genauso viel mit dem Kennenlernen Europas beschäftige wie mit dem Kennenlernen Georgiens bzw. des Kaukasus. Selbstverständlich hat es einerseits mit meiner von Georgien erst einmal unabhängigen Situation zu tun: dem Mischmasch aus Litauen und Deutschland. So versuche ich während des Aufenthalts hier womöglich verstärkt, Kontakt mit beiden Seiten aufrechtzuerhalten, sei es durch direkte Kommunikation, sei es durch das, was die weite Welt des Internets so hergibt (es lebe die kritisch-satirische Art deutscher Fernsehsendungen und Alinos Orlovos, Ryčiai Zemkauskai…), durch Bücher und Filme (danke an das Internationale Filmfestival Tbilisi für meine erste filmische Begegnung mit David Sieveking). Nicht zuletzt ist es auch der Tatsache zu verdanken, dass ich die Uni immer noch nicht hinter mir gelassen habe.

Andererseits hat die schwerwiegende europäische Dimension in meiner kleinen Welt in Rustawi mit meinen hiesigen Aktivitäten und insbesondere mit anderen Freiwilligen zu tun, die mich mit einigen neuen Blickwinkeln vertraut machen. Bereitet man sich auf die Sitzungen des Human Rights Clubs vor, bemüht man sich, das nicht immer so einfache und heile Europa mit ihren Konzepten von Dingen wie Freiheit etc. zu verstehen, um diese dann in einer gemischten Runde diskutierbar zu machen. Wie ich letztens bereits erwähnt habe, möchte man außerdem nicht immer so rüberkommen, als würde man ständig auf irgendwelche Schwachstellen Georgiens hindeuten, also bemüht man sich durch zusätzliche Beispiele aus Europa aufzuzeigen, dass es nirgendwo nur Schwarz und Weiß gibt. Und auch um den Deutschunterricht etwas knuspriger zu machen (ja, es wäre schade, wenn das tatsächlich nur ein Unterricht ohne Unterhaltungswert wird), bemüht man sich, zumindest manchmal, die Sprache nicht gänzlich aus dem kulturellen Kontext zu nehmen… Manchmal tauchen dabei gar sentimentale Gefühle über Dinge auf, von denen man das nicht erwartet hätte, zum Beispiel, wenn man für die Teilnehmer Weihnachtsplätzchen bäckt oder wenn man in ihren Gesichtern die Faszination über den (geräuschvollen) Christkindlesmarkt entdeckt. Oder wenn man im English Conversation Club die Architektur Litauens präsentiert und sich anschließend fragt: Wann?
Der Höhepunkt des Europäischen war womöglich, wie angedeutet, die Weihnachtszeit. Da wir, die Freiwilligen, überaus motivierte Menschen sind, haben wir unsere georgischen Mitarbeiter am 24. Dezember zu einem weihnachtlichen Festmahl1eingeladen. Dafür sollten Vertreter jedes Nationalstaates etwas „Typisches“ vorbereiten. Am Ende hatten wir balandėliai (man kann sich streiten, aus welchem Land diese letztendlich kommen: gekocht von einer Tschechin, aber üblich im ganzen (ost- und ostmittel-)europäischen Raum), Kohl- und Paprikasuppe (aus der Slowakei), einen Karpfen (Slowakei), Kartoffelsalat (wiederum ganzer ost- und ostmitteleuropäischer Raum), rote Beete Salat, spanischen Käse und SchinkenSpinatrollen, unzählbare Sorten von Kuchen und Weihnachtsplätzchen und noch einiges aus der georgischen Küche.

Während der Weihnachtstage kam dann Zeit für mal bessere, mal schlechtere (Weihnachts-)Filme aus Tschechien und der Slowakei und für unsere nächste Exkursion – dieses Mal war unser Marshrutka-Reiseziel David Gareja (Dawit Garedscha), ein Ort in der hügeligen Wüste im tiefsten Osten des Landes, direkt an der aserbaidschanischen Staatsgrenze, die wir von der Spitze eines der Hügel betrachteten. Nichts Außerordentliches, diese Grenze, nur weiße Säulchen, die die Wüste in the middle of nowhere aufteilen. Jenseits und diesseits der weißen Pünktchen die gleiche Weite und Adler im Himmel. Zu David Gareja selbst: Dass der Ort als eine der wichtigsten Sehenswürdigkeiten Georgiens gilt, liegt daran, dass es eigentlich eine Höhlenklosterstadt ist und dass dieses Kloster bereits im 6. Jahrhundert gegründet wurde. Außerdem hat es als ein (ehemaliger) Grund für Grenzenkonflikt zwischen Georgien und Aserbaidschan eine große Bedeutung.

Und zum Schluss: ein frohes, erfolgreiches (in Aspekten, die euch persönlich am wichtigsten sind) neues Jahr an alle, bis bald!
1Georgische Weihnachtszeit beginnt am Silvestertag, dieser gilt hier außerdem als das wichtigste Fest, und dauert bis Mitte Januar an. Die Reihenfolge der festlichen Zeit: Silvester, georgisch-orthodoxe Weihnachten und schließlich das georgisch-orthodoxe Neue Jahr. Während dieser Zeit erwartet jeder Gäste, so wurden meine tschechische Kollegin und ich mal zu Besuch unmittelbar nach Silvester eingeladen. Solltet ihr mal von jemandem in Georgien zur weihnachtlichen Supra eingeladen werden, zögert nicht!



6 Dec 2013

Mochalisebi Rustavshi

by Eva Čajková

Seven new volunteers rolled up to organization Georgian Youth for Europe in Rustavi on October 1st so they sumed up the number of volunteers there to the number of nine (including one girl with nine month's experience of EVS service and one Peace Corps Volunteer). We are living in two flats next door, everybody has his own room, as promised. Moreover the apartments are in the same building as our office. Thus all seven of us EVS volunteers are fully occupied by each other. Together. All the time. Briefly check your secondary school math knowledge, combinatory, to get quantity of relationships which we have here. 28. It is not possible that something piquant won't appear or as the case may be something even sharper...
Before we left our countries, our sending organization equiped us with various adaptive techniques and reminded us of: culture shock, non-formal education, bla bla, ble ble. One of such an adaptive techniques coul.d be applied on relations as well. First days we are sucking energy of that buddies, we are pumping passively their experience, picking up information about their past life (no doubt: it's necessary to get to know everybody, get under one's skin if we are supposed to spend one year together), everything is so fresh, so amazing, so many new interesting people which you simply want to include to your life! Everybody is so spontaneously creative, so many deep ideas, they have lived in every possible place all aroud the world. Wow!
Together we are exploring the mystery of this curious coutry. "Hey, are you also scared of children who call adult males 'mama'? And do you think, that toilet paper is as exotic as bananas that it should cost as much as gold why, the hell, is it so expensive? And for that matter the milk of cows which are grazing everywhere (hard to say what they can find on that parched ground) is expensive too. Does some magnate monopolize the pumping of milk through some huge pipes running to Russia? The situation is exactly like from a scene of a utopic novel. All of us are Alices in a Wonderland. Together we are writing a story.
Sharing the first impression with people who came from similar conditions is irreplaceable. One can feel like it's not possible to adapt here, and may even feel like he/she does not want to do it. The language sounds... let's say very unusual; ordinary european appearence makes more attention than one would like to. When the water comes to visit our neighbourhood, the gas packs its luggage and takes also the electricity on a honeymoon. The basic stereotypes of behavior are disappearing, one can't understand georgian time measurement, not even why he/she is paying half a lari for a kilo of tomatos once and second time it's for two and half lari; working mechanism of the world get deteriorate completely when one realize, that the internet no longer servs humans, but humans serve to the internet. In these times, it's really mamazing that everybody is in tune and swearing on the same high frequency. As all of them shared an elation in the biginning, they could share disappointment of trifles later. But still, it's fun because these are just a trivialities.
Later the relaxing phase comes, when you don't think that it's impossible to identify with some cultural issues: moreover you realize that it's somehow necessary if you want to have a great exciting year in Georgia! After a few weeks you are already inside ordinariness, no more feeling like an alien and it's high time to start your "georgian" life. This phase, I'm defining subsequently: when the taxi's or marschutka's speed is under 100 km/h you begin to be nervous why the driver is dawdling like this, we aren't on a school trip, yeah? You don't care than that the same journey would take one hour in Europe, of this phase we are in Georgia now and here it should last only twenty minutes. The second signal is when you start to negotiate prices on markets using russian-georgian-english and you are insanely happy when you agree price from thirty to twenty eight.
Nevertheless in this phase of becoming independent we are starting to be more self-critical and critical to others as well: still we are together all the time, we know seemingly everything about families, studies, travels, we have created an image of one another. We dare say we know others, for now we are exhausted of each other, after overcoming some of the prejudices, images, obstacles negative or possitive we still need more time, also to get to know whether or not our characters suitable. So far there is nothing to offer reciprocally. It's becoming boring; prayer wheel, mirror, urge of private space, no new inputs, no more flow of new information, not even our time spent together is so cool, so rare: here we are with space for creating conflicts!
Suddenly you perceive impulses somehow more itensively as if the flu strikes you, more annoying then before, that one speaks too loudly, this one is histerical, that one is too assertive, this one too little on the other hand, that one used to eat my bread, this one wants to quit parties soon, that one is too wild, this one is hopelessly nice, ...
To have On Arrival Training after two months of volunteering sounds quite awkward and ridiculous to me and most people agree. But Georgia is penetrated with surprises, so that it is not so big surprise when something surprises you un/pleasantly. It's not completely nonsensical to participate in such a training after you have gathered some experience, you are able to name the problems you are facing daily but still have no idea how to handle it. You already know what to ask for and what is more you find out that there is kind of "normative" set of problems which European volunteers are sufering from in Georgia (and Armenia and Azerbaijan). Trainers know exactly, which solution they can offer to us and how to present this deals in "european way" to us. Everything is clarifying, the atmosphere so familiar, the shower with constant water temperature refreshes the spirit of individual but also the spirit of old good volunteers from Rustavi.
The resurrection of the old atmosphere is returning: they are kind of family to me already, they've really got under my skin, simply I count on them in good and bad as well. Do you know that feeling if somebody is so close to you so that anything he does, fleeting glance, one word, small gesture can make you extremely happy or on the contrary extremely sad? So that's how I feel about my co-volunteers my family.

17 Nov 2013

Round-trip 2.11.2013 Green Monastery, Vardzia, Rabati, Sapara, Borjomi

by Eva Čajková

This trip wasn't concentrated only within one day. Laura and Christine planed it for weeks. We rather prefer to call it excursion cause it was really kind of educational. It was a really full day which might seem quite exhausting and I must confess: first I didn't like idea of such a day. However now that the trip is over, I'm grateful to have participated.
I simply want discuss the facts about why we visited each place (Green Monastery, Vardzia, Rabati , Sapara, Borjomi). They were all so interesting, amazing and all other imaginable superlatives ‒ no need to highlight the facts that you can very simply find online. For facts just click on links above. But if you interesetd in my impressive diary style, you've came to the right place.
The day started in the time which I am used to count to the previous day, departure at 7am means waking up at 6am which I consider as a sleeping time sticked to the yesterday. Let's talk about marshutka experience for first time: it's always like drinking energy from tank ‒ you can't fall to the lethargy. One (except Georgians) simply have to be vigilant while sitting in marshutka. Naturally we rented "our own" marschutka with "our own" driver for such a trip so the aim was to occupy every simple chair. So finally there was really various composition of participants: "pure" Georgians, EVS volunteers from SIQA, EVS volunteers of GYE and Peace Corps Volunteers (from different organisations).
So, there were more fields for exploring: historical facts, current-day culture (concentrated mostly in our driver) and comparing the variety of volunteers's experiences.
Our first destination was Green Monastery, a calm and peaceful place close to Borjomi. There I had first opportunity to watch and listen (!) to a Georgian church service. Well, as I'm not informed enough yet, I can't even judge if it was actually mass or if they were preaching at Green Monastery 24/7. Still I have another eleven months to find out how churches works in Georgia. So far it sounded like the recitation of complete list of georgian names again and again and again in metronom allegro rythm.
Our second stop was Vardzia. We spent more time there than at other places because it would have been a pitty just to fly through. This cave town is really unique and; moreover, it's really an adventure to explore all these mysterios holes while thinking about the purpose of each hole; walking down steep and totally dark steps carved of stone, imagining that this is how the path to the hell looks. Unbelievebly charming!
The next place on the list was Rabati. While walking zig zag through this huge complex, I remembered the passages from my reading on postmodernism. Pastisch. Asamblage. New and old at once. Rabati is under restoration. I guess they are trying to be authentic and historically correct, but still such an old buildings seems to loose some of its aura if the bricks are clean, wood is not rotten and metal is not rusty. Nevertheless it is not such a surprise that Rabati is such a culture mix (within the complex there is a Church, a Mosque, a Minaret and a Synagogue). It can seems to be  somehow unsuitable in the context of its Georgian Orthodox surroundings. Let's keep in mind that Georgians is at the cross roads of cultures and still manages to keep its own so proundly and strictly; so I must confess that the allusions on postmodernism are very often on my mind.
After visiting Rabati we traveled to an Important world heritage site. Sapara Monastery is a registred UNESCO site. Second time that day we were part of mass and it was really useful, kind of getting hope to live again after that crazy ride in marshutka up to hill while getting dark. I felt unesthetised by listening to russian pop and  looking out of the window to the deep bottom of mountains.
The idea of such a round-trip wasn't accepted very possitivily when it was announced. To imagine sitting half a day on a tiny marschutka's chairs, marathon running through monuments, and not even beeing able to breath the atmosphere of places ‒ what a school trip! But as the collectiv saving goes of  "if him then me too" is true, finally all GYE volunteers joined the trip. It was exhausting, but after that day I felt really satisfied and that is the best evaluation of all.

12 Nov 2013

Levan in Latvia - story of my EVS



So it’s finished, my nine month project in Latvia. Country of beautiful nature and amazing sky. It wasn't always so easy to be amazed about country and people, but time made me understand its culture, habits and traditions. Now it feels like I am home, another home which is far from real one. It is so strange how my life changed last nine months, I learned how to live with less, how to communicate with people better, traveled more than I expected and meet interesting people.
My EVS project started in October 2012, for the first time it was quite hard to feel cozy in Latvia, without speaking language, understanding people and more weird was understanding the weather which was quite strange for me. It didn't take much time to start to communicate with youngsters who were coming to youth center, and now after nine months I feel that they are my friends. Every time I went somewhere for longer time and came back they were the ones who were asking: Levan where have you been so long?

My main activity to youth center was making video workshop, and teach how to make good quality video. It was quite interesting for starting, we were making short videos on almost every second class and also in the end we tried to make silent film, which might be considered biggest challenge of my EVS. Yes, I guess there is not bigger challenge more than working and filming outside for hours in – 15 or even less.

My planned kind of sport activities such as tennis and table games competitions, and also cooking workshops were quite famous between kids. Every Monday and Thursday I was seeing children motivated faces, and in their eyes I could read one thing, they all want to be winners and champions. I guess it was good start for them to motivate themselves that they have to be winners, and all life is fight for success. So, I’m finishing my project and I have to fight for my own success.
It feels like starting from zero, after nine months of being cast away from rest of the world I have to go back to normal life, to my family, friends.  I guess the experiences which I gained from my EVS project, will be useful, especially language skills, but I feel like it’s not the end. Everything starts right now! 



Levan Jugheli

Duration of EVS service 01/10/2012 – 30/06/2013
Hosting organisation: Alūksnes Bērnu un jauniešu centrs (www.abjc.lv)
Sending organisation: Association "Georgian Youth For Europe" (www.gye.ge)
Project was supported by Latvian National Agency of Youth in Action programm

1 Nov 2013


First impressions - Coming to Georgia
by Eva Čajková

On the 1st of October, fate-destiny day for another 7 people, seemed to me kind of cutted. One moment in my home, my bed, with my family cut Vienna airport, all kinds of people cut Kiev airport, all kinds of stereotypical eastern elements cut high magic peaks which I've known just from kitsch pictures in my homeland. But yeah, guys, I finally believe that I will live in Gergia for a year... and I'm pretty sure that it will be a great time.

Moments before landing, only a few hundred metres above the ground, I still wasn't very calm. From my small oval windows, I could only see land, cows and a few woodden shelters. What's going on? Are we landing on a field? I've just tried to calm myself down by thinking about whether or not it would be a field of potatos or corn. It was concrete finally.

Before departure from Czech Republic, I was warned about culture shock. Well, it's quite impossible to avoid, everyone should have some, it's natural and actually it's quite a nice experience. My culture shock was like a big injection of adrenaline. My culture shock lasted just twenty minutes. My culture shock was the journey from the airport to our flat in Rustavi. Everything seemed more that good there were two very nice guys waiting for me on time (!) helping me with luggage. I finally felt the real Georgia: sitting in a car with a Georgian driver. After he drove for a few metres, I was wondering why I was telling my friends and family 'See you again', because I felt that I would definitely not make it out of the car alive. Believe it or not, after one week here I really enjoy the driving manners.

Our first weekend was really amazing. GYE (Georgian Youth for Europe in Rustavi) staff prepared a lot of fun for us. Already, on the second day they took us to pick grapes and afterward we took part in a real Georgian supra. Great teambuilding!

People here really seem to know how to live, how to enjoy life. Even though it's not easy here, often beeing without work, from time to time without gas, water or electricity, they are still such an easigoing, smiling and happy people as far as I've seen. I really want to be part of this culture for at least one year.

I am pretty sure that I'm speaking for everyone of the seven people when I say: We Love Georgia!