I've already pretty much tell. Last week I experienced a lot, so much that I wrote down the not get behind.
I will start with a visit to a dance group: For many young people here, everyday life is quite monotonous. Some have to work all day as Ally from the shop opposite the EVERY DAY OF UP TO 6 am 22h in the store and sold his goods. Others go to school or attend college and learn when they come home. But even for leisure, there are hardly any offers. More impressive (Kiswahili for dancing), the visit to the group Kucheza Kiduku was. In a large, open, thatched hut every afternoon, some young people including two girls meet to dance. To Western but also to modern African music they make acrobatic dance exercises, which are probably the best of Hip-Hop to describe, but many of his own African elements. They study together a custom choreographies and also connect to this at parties, weddings, and to earn some pocket money to do so. Really impressive how loose, casual and at the same acrobatic and precise, they can move their bodies. And above the stage where the "Great" Dance determined 20 small children have you tried to do the same. With big eyes they have seen their role models, and then even tried to end stand, handstands, cartwheels and other exercises to the beat of the music. A really beautiful picture.
The next day I did the first time something where I had the feeling that it might belong to my work. Mareen, Dane, Nadia and Lara and I have jointly visited the orphanage Faraja, about 20 minutes by Dalla Dalla out of the city. When we arrive we rush towards the children already clutching my legs and want to be taken for a ride. You have me and Mareen never seen and yet they are completely without fear of contact, so they are pleased with our visit. It takes some time until we have managed to enter by the gate. The orphanage has a very large courtyard around which the house is built. At first glance, no one can see except the children, the children walk around alone in the courtyard, the older ones seem to be a watchdog for the little ones to feel. Only after several minutes comes from an area one of the nuns who serve as surrogate mothers out here and greeted us in Swahili. The welcome is no longer a problem to say :-)
The kids take me all the time by the hand and want to walk around with me while I go to the other children back. The joy of potential playmates seem to be huge. Most children wear dirty clothes and broken, some runny nose, many children with wet pants, it smells of urine. I try to be my role to meet and play with as many children as possible. I feel uncertain, but the kids take me with her so open nature of the fear of contact. After a short time is a somewhat older white woman, an American. They brought balloons. "Polizo" echoes from about 30 to 40 grooves, the children are happy and thrilled with this toy come return to us so that we inflate the balloon. Later we go to the playground of the orphanage. There is a seesaw, two slides, several swings, a roundabout and a climbing frame, pretty cool. The children want Anschwung get on the swings and are collected when jumping down from the climbing frame.
order lunch time the children are summoned to dinner. On the tables seem to be arbitrarily small plastic bowls distributed only in some bowls and there is a spoon. There is ugali (Maismehlbreikloß) with vegetables. The nuns have said Dane, that it is often difficult to buy food for all children. But Dane says that if the bishop is, there are tons of food. Nevertheless, as 4kg spaghetti for the children brought.
The children sat as seemingly random at the tables and the dishes are as long pushed back and forth until each child has a bowl. At each table sit one to two nuns begin with a few spoonfuls of the many children to feed. Some children also have their own spoon and eat themselves. Even during the meal the children want to touch me all the time. A child comes with his bowl to me and indicated wanting to be fed by me, I try as long as it comes to a nun and says that the child can eat themselves and should be. At the next table makes a child instead of fax to eat and then it happened the first time: The nun pulls out her stick and beating the child, passing without warning just like that and then it is again. The child is immediately stopped and looks offended. I knew I would be confronted with something, but it is seen to be truly still something different. It's difficult simply to sit and tolerate the fact that it is quite normal here. After dinner the children go to bed and we go back home. I'm thirsty, I feel dirty and I feel the smell of urine assumed to have, but that's OK I have the feeling of having done something and can at home drinking and shower. I know that this report has a rather bitter aftertaste, this is how I described how I felt it, but still is the merit of the orphanage, which offers these children a home does not diminish.
HBC - Home Based Care, it is another project of Faraja, we visited the next day. As its name suggests, takes care of the HBC to children who are suffering from AIDS or other diseases or children whose parents died and now living with relatives, although not have the financial means to feed another child, or any other need Families. Families can help the HBC requested and there will then decide whether a family is jointly supplied. First of all, we went to the market and have rice and beans bought 8kg each. With deep pockets, we went to the house from HBC in order to discuss with staff which families we should visit. Four families, we have set ourselves up for lunch and off we went, from one family to the next 20 to 30 minute walk. The families usually know nothing about our previous visit and there is also no guarantee that they are at home. Of the four families two at home, we had to wait a awhile and we have not met, the rice and the beans are we still got rid of by neighbors or relatives who promised to pass it. For the families we have met we have been asked to clean, have food delivered and talk a while with them. It was interesting in the various apartment to look inside, in a we were asked to put forward to existing chairs and sofas in the other, the room was completely filled by a bed on which we have sat down in the last home just a mat lying on the ground on which we sat down. I'm not sure what to make of our visit to the families. I do not like the looks of HBC's ordinary work, but with our visits, I had the feeling not to do much. Even if the families have got determined, to talk to us about our visit, I have to be somehow got the feeling only to rice and beans to pass. What is a good thing for sure, but under home based care, I had expected something more. Once in a moment, the HBC Playday held in HBC-house, which is a great thing, but more on that later.
Regardless of the benefits of these visits were connected with many new experiences. For a boy we visited I was told that he is infected with HIV. He is has raged around on the bed just got to play with us and is happy as any other child. But with the knowledge that this child is suffering from an incurable disease from which it will die sooner or later, I had a pretty bad feeling in my stomach, a feeling of regret and helplessness, but also of joy, can this child be carefree after all Sun The chances that he can lead a fairly normal life are not all that bad. In Tanzania, the drugs delay the onset of AIDS distributed free of charge, a really important and great thing is in such a poor country where AIDS such a big problem.
That night I had once felt so right that my European dominated Understanding of values is a really absurd, as compared to the living conditions here. I sat on my computer and I have something rumgedaddelt and let the day's events and had a drink and then, of course, how could it be otherwise, I have something poured from my drink by accident to the computer. What a bummer. At first everything seemed fine, but suddenly went the "arrow-right-button" no longer. I was devastated because of this stupid key. Suddenly, everything else was unimportant, I just wanted this arrow button works again. Something so unimportant it all forced others into the background. The night was filled by only one dream that the key will not work again. The next morning, fortunately everything works again and I'm pretty happy, but also quite ashamed. Just as it is with the Internet, the Internet cafes here are all terribly slow and the connection breaks off constantly and it annoys me every time again because I am just so accustomed to the Internet can be when I want and then a working fast connection to have. This is not the case and actually that's fine too, so it is really important, but I pay now but twice per hour in a hotel where there is a reasonably reliable fast connection.
This week I am also much more mobile on the road in Morogoro. Indeed, we let the bikes in the house afloat, and now I'm more with the bike and everything is just a stone's throw away. A really good thing. But this example might be something the circumstances here demonstrate, we have repaired two bicycles, which both had a tire in a hole and the other of a tire wheel was broken and an additional eight spokes were broken. We brought the bikes in for repair in a "workshop" in the middle of the sidewalk and have it picked up later and 2000 Tanzanian Schilling paid, representing a €, including materials. That would certainly cost twenty times in Germany. I think it shows something on which level behave here the income.
I am in Tanzania and which is probably the only thing most Germans in Tanzania, have at least heard of before? The Serengeti-Park, I suppose. On Friday we were on safari, but not in the Serengeti Park in the so-called Serengeti of the South, the slightly smaller Mikumi National Park. At five in the clock in the morning we should be picked up. So force is to get up at 4:15, with small eyes make everything ready, have breakfast and time 5 am to be the punctual Germans, full of anticipation for the Safari, with drawn shoes;), ready for departure. Well think, even if it is actually white, and is warned again and again before, you fall somehow always new items on it and is annoyed by a self course, we have not been collected at five ... after a few by now fallen to eye, we went at half- seven going on, was now the sun had risen. In a large SUV with its own driver, we drove an hour to the park, part of the main road runs through the middle of the park. And so were on the edge of the main street and some more on the road already and smaller animals such as monkeys, warthogs, zebras and even also to see giraffes. That was pretty funny, kind of absurd. But it is probably a slightly larger problem, the day will totgefahren average of 3 days, I read in the guidebook. Through the park we went with our jeep drove over gravel roads and we could not even get enough of the animals and the landscape. We have even seen some lions, which is probably extremely rare. It is best to speak as well for the photos themselves, which hopefully I can do high-load, luckily Lara had an SLR camera with telephoto lens here. The downside of our visit in Mikumi was that I The first time we've really felt a tourist, photographing the car through the countryside and just as one imagines tourism, but what the heck has it been worth it.
As mentioned above, the HBC held once a month a so-called Playday. On Saturday it was time. Almost all of HBC supervised children are with their families come together to play. The HBC has ascended all the toys, it has to offer and the children delighted to see them about it. Home have the lowest toy if you can tire out even considered. Jump rope, paint, football, dolls, Barbie dolls ... a paradise. I had fun with the kids to play and was happy to see the children happy. I had such a singular opportunity to know almost all children learn from the HBC, well see at least once. At the end there was a lunch for all, from huge bowls of rice and beans were distributed. All children have sat down properly and eaten in silence, all very quiet, a nice atmosphere. On the way home I was kinda happy, the Playday I find a nice event.
Saturday was also in another respect a special day because it was the last day of Dane in Morogoro. At his farewell in the evening there was a great celebration with many guests and Pilau (with hands). I believe that is quite a nice parting was, all have once again thanked him and passed and Nadia and Lara have together organized so that all guests have a DIN A5 bring page on which they formulate a farewell, which she then pasted into a book have (where do I find that just as well known;). I find it very sad that he is now, I think he has really done a great job and I have benefited greatly from the fact that he has shown me many things and helped me with his Swahilikenntnissen.
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