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Mittwoch, 1. Januar 2014
Auld Lang Syne (MMXIV)
frau klugscheisser, 14:36h
Hier auf den Philippinen ist alles ein wenig anders... und ich finde keinen rechten Zugang zum Bloggen auf diesem Portal. Andere Seiten öffne ich kaum, weil ich bereits nach zwei Wochen Arbeit für eine private Hilfsorganisation dadurch jedesmal einen kleinen Kulturschock erlebe.
Das neue Jshr hat mit viel Lärm begonnen. Die Filippinos begehen den Jahreswechsel im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes mit Pauken und Trompeten. Da werden neben dem üblichen Feuerwerksgeknalle Topfdeckel geschlagen, Hupen gedrückt und Motoren jaulen lautstark, das alte Jahr vertreibend. Ich schreibe täglich für das Projektblog. Meinen heutigen Beitrag möchte ich Euch nicht vorenthalten:
The new year has begun and I was busy updating my schedule on projects in San Dionisio as well as looking out for new possibilities.At home I would probably have stayed in bed all day long with a huge hangover feeling slightly depressed. Here it is different. I have a duty and a spiritual kinship family who is dedicated to make a difference in other people’s lifes. They might not be on location right now but I know they still spend a lot of thoughts and emotions on their presence in Panay. It is for them that I keep going as well as for the people in need and all local volunteers who gladly share their food, company and heart with me.
New Year’s Evening I had the opportunity to be with Ella and Mark, the local volunteers in Kalibo. Mark prepared a profuse meal. They explained to me that it is a New Year’s habit to prepare more than necessary and then share it at midnight with family and friends. There has to be sweet and sticky as well as hearty dishes for the good luck to stick, for prosperity to stay and for sweet memories.At midnight they start making noise with whatever is available in order to chase off bad spirits and the remaining past year. The sound of exploding firecrackers is joined by hoots and honking, pot hitting and clapping. Mark almost damaged his motorcycle in letting the engine roar. On my way back I saw the waves clashing against the wall of the pier spraying salty water on the streets. The ocean’s movement reflecting the essence of life in coming and leaving. One year has finished and another one has arrived. May it be profuse and generous to everyone.
In diesem Sinne gehabt Euch wohl und bleibt mir bitte im Geiste treu.
Das neue Jshr hat mit viel Lärm begonnen. Die Filippinos begehen den Jahreswechsel im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes mit Pauken und Trompeten. Da werden neben dem üblichen Feuerwerksgeknalle Topfdeckel geschlagen, Hupen gedrückt und Motoren jaulen lautstark, das alte Jahr vertreibend. Ich schreibe täglich für das Projektblog. Meinen heutigen Beitrag möchte ich Euch nicht vorenthalten:
The new year has begun and I was busy updating my schedule on projects in San Dionisio as well as looking out for new possibilities.At home I would probably have stayed in bed all day long with a huge hangover feeling slightly depressed. Here it is different. I have a duty and a spiritual kinship family who is dedicated to make a difference in other people’s lifes. They might not be on location right now but I know they still spend a lot of thoughts and emotions on their presence in Panay. It is for them that I keep going as well as for the people in need and all local volunteers who gladly share their food, company and heart with me.
New Year’s Evening I had the opportunity to be with Ella and Mark, the local volunteers in Kalibo. Mark prepared a profuse meal. They explained to me that it is a New Year’s habit to prepare more than necessary and then share it at midnight with family and friends. There has to be sweet and sticky as well as hearty dishes for the good luck to stick, for prosperity to stay and for sweet memories.At midnight they start making noise with whatever is available in order to chase off bad spirits and the remaining past year. The sound of exploding firecrackers is joined by hoots and honking, pot hitting and clapping. Mark almost damaged his motorcycle in letting the engine roar. On my way back I saw the waves clashing against the wall of the pier spraying salty water on the streets. The ocean’s movement reflecting the essence of life in coming and leaving. One year has finished and another one has arrived. May it be profuse and generous to everyone.
In diesem Sinne gehabt Euch wohl und bleibt mir bitte im Geiste treu.
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