Ossetia

A quick post to let you know that we are all safe. There is no danger of the fighting spreading to Armenia.

Amrane, ev kyanke hesht e

Summer is here, and so are the flies. Lots of flies. Bees have started nesting in the woodpile we use to heat water for showers. They spend a lot of time sucking on the tar that the boards are coated with, though i'm not sure what they get out of it. Our time in the village is drawing to a close, which is sad and exciting. It will be nice to get a fresh start in a bigger city, where strangers won't necessarily know what i ate for breakfast. Also, i'm anxious to begin work, in both senses of the word. For those of you who are counting, the final language exam is on the 12th and we swear in as peace corps volunteers on the 14th. Wish me luck.

Panapapahnakan kertutyoon

Hey,

it's been a while. we are halfway through our teaching practica, in which we corral all of the kids in the village into school during their summer break in order to teach them about the environment and to practice our discipline techniques. It's fun for me, if not for anyone else. The kids are pretty well behaved, considering their situation, and they are much more entertaining than adult students. And they really, really want to contribute. I mean, they levitate above their chairs when they think they know the right answer. I have taught lessons on seed dispersal, ecosystem succession, aquatic life, nature drawing and decomposition.

Also, i have been given my permanent assignment. I will be working with a teacher training NGO to help incorporate environmental education into other disciplines and teach techniques for incorporating students of different abilities. My work is definitely cut out for me, but i'm excited to see what happens.

Shnorh havor hoolisi 4-in!

Happy 4th, everybody.
We celebrated in style on Peace Corps' dollar. Every village had its own party, and we had a barbecue for all of our host families. There was about 15 kg's of meat for about 30-40 people, not including the lamb that our mayor had slaughtered for the occasion. Then every family brought desserts and side dishes. So basically it was yet another eating olympics.
Other events included pin the tail on the donkey (in which everyone cheated) the denting of a mercedes (when the smashing stick yielded before the pinata), tug-of-war (in which we got our asses handed to us), a fire and a few fireworks. Overall, it was a very nice time. But a lot of work.

a dream i had

Last night i had a dream. I was the caretaker of a large and elegant mansion, whose rooms i had not entirely explored. The owner was an equally elegant, beautiful woman who was gone for an extended period of time. An intimidating man with a man and woman accompanying him forced his way into the house and was trying to hustle me with a redecorating project. Somehow he had managed to 'redecorate' the patio with a whole bunch of snake plants. Some were in crappy plastic pots and others were in elaborate, expensive pots. The man charged me $300, and i was relieved because it wasn't too much money. I wasn't happy with what he had done, but at least the price was reasonable. The owner had two black duffel bags that contained her important belongings, and on top of them was a key to the mansion tied with blue yarn and the owner's addressbook. The intimidating man was trying to take the key and the addressbook. For some reason, i had to show the woman who was accompanying the intimidating man to the basement. When i came back, the man was leaving with a duffelbag, and the other was already gone. I tried to grab it from him, but he already had the key and addressbook.

2nd post.

I am in the city, so i feel an obligation to post. Things have been progressing pretty normally. I had an unnerving conversation at an uncle's house with a guy from a nearby village. He was asking a lot of questions about where the money for volunteers' cigarettes comes from. I told him that i didn't smoke, and he didn't seem to care. He was very concerned about the cigarette monies. Everyone else at the table (about 10 other people) thought i didn't understand the words he was using, so they kept shouting things at me. But i just had no idea what he wanted to know. Finally he left me alone after saying 'i don't know' for the 50th time.

Otherwise, things have been pretty normal. This is the time when young men come back from their 2-year compulsory military service, so there have been a lot of parties, a lot of barbecueing. I have been doing my best to study and maintain a sleep schedule for my own sanity, and those things have been doing well i'm happy to say. The key is maintaining my energy and always staying ahead enough in my written work that things in conversation can trigger my recollection of the formal rules of the language. I hope everyone is doing well, do not worry about any news of protests from Yerevan this weekend, we are all insulated in our tiny villages.

First post from this side of the world

Greetings. I am in Armenia.
We flew in via Paris, after nearly missing the connection due to a surly security guard. There were 3 days of 'camp,' where we didn't do much besides learning about procedure, and then we went to the surrounding villages to meet our host families. I am in a small village -- no place names, please, any of you who may know them -- in the hills in central Armenia. My host family is a grandma, a mom and dad and a 17-year-old brother. We live on a small farm with cows, sheep, pigs and a family of turkeys. Most days i have class until 2, then i study for a few hours, then we bring in the cows from the hills and have dinner around 9 or 10. We have an orchard with cherry trees, apricots, pears, peaches and walnuts and a garden with strawberries, cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers (hot & sweet), and more that hasn't come in yet. Almost everything we eat is made by my host mother and grandmother. Every meal has cheese and lavash (flat bread). Last weekend we slaughtered a lamb and had a barbecue.

The language is progressing, but it is definitely the biggest frustration. I have been reborn as a 100-kilo 2-year-old. The extended family usually says 'hello', and 'how are you', and then they smile sadly at this mental midget they have to endure. But my family has been very patient and helpful with me, looking through my dictionary for hours and allowing me to make wild gestures and take twenty minutes to tell them the difference between a lobster and a crayfish.

So yeah. I miss everyone a lot, and i have vertigo every time i remember where i am on this planet of ours. But it just goes to prove that there's good people all around it, and anywhere can be home. Pretty much.