Friday, July 11, 2014

Tiger

As I was biking to work one morning a Kyrgyz Man biked up next to me and started asking me many questions. Once he started hitting on me I tried to bike away, but he called after me, "do you want this puppy?" Hum, hard decision, do I ever. So for the rest of the morning i carried my new puppy Tiger around with me to work.  Since then she has been living in our abandoned chicken coop.  Heres to my favorite girl.




Thursday, July 10, 2014

Naryn City and My Work

I have truly been enjoying my time here (it is my favorite job that I have ever had) and I am proud to be apart of the peace corps. I am living in Naryn City with a wonderful host family.  I am working with the Naryn Oblast KYZ - which is a health promotion unit created by the government.  We answer to the republican center in Bishkek where we get our information from about current health issues in the country and how to prevent them.  We then meet with the Rayon level KYZ in our oblast to disseminate the preventative information and they then go out and meet with about 30 village health committees to talk with them personally about what they can do in their communities to prevent these prominent health issues. 

On the side I have been working with a few teachers to design a year long class/club that meets once or twice per week and focuses on leadership.  My motivation behind this course is to combat gender violence and inequality.  After meeting with members of the community, and prominent gender equality workers, this seemed like a good point of intervention.  The men in the region have a lack of responsibility - to their families, at school, and in their communities.  This in tern leads them to be financially irresponsible and also more chronically unemployed than the women.  The women on the other had have been engendered with a strong sense of responsibility to take care of their families both financially and emotionally.  They also are much better students and workers then men, because the turn in their homework, show up to exams, and complete projects when they are asked. This leads to many households that are financed through the woman's work and also who run and maintained by the women.  Unfortunately, this reality clashes with the cultural expectations of the genders.  The men are expected to be the bread winers, the decision makers, and be strong leaders.  In the end this leads to a lot of domestic violence in the homes so that the men can still have some leadership and control.  The women here even thought they are in large the bread winers, they can not leave their husbands who contribute nothing but violence.  They cant because when they are wed to their husbands they must leave their own families and go to live with their husbands family in his home.  Put more simply, they would have no where to live.  By law the women are suppose to inherit part of their parents house money, but in practice this never happens.  To compound the difficulty of leave their abusive husbands they would be outcasted by their friends, family, and husbands family.  

So where to start, It has been suggested to me that teaching boys responsibility (both financially and personally), leaderships skills, and respect.  However, an important part of this class is that it is with men and women together so that respect between the genders can be taught right in the class room.  That they might work together and even have some semblance of a friendship - which is not present in this country. 

Hum, my other project is a green house in the city.  There is a teacher one village over who is excited to help me build one over here.  She just build hers a year ago with her peace corps counterpart who is leaving in a month.  our city and oblast has chronic poor nutrition and lack of vegetables in the winter is epidemic.  The idea is to tie it to a school over here so that nutrition classes can be held and also the green house can sell its produce to the school to maintain itself throughout the years. 

Saturday, May 24, 2014

May 24th


Hello English speakers.  I have been in the Kyrgyz Republic for the past month!  I can’t believe it has been that long.  I am living with a Kyrgyz host family in KEHEW pronounced “kingish.”  For those of you that would like to locate it on a map it is about an hour east of the capital city, Bishkek. It is a village of 3000 people – I would have guess 1000, I still can’t figure out where the other 2000 people live.  In my village I live with my host mother (Asel Apa) father (Marat Ata) sister (Rahat singde) and three brothers (Renat, Talat, and Kairat). 

I highlight that I live with a “Kyrgyz Family” because Kyrgyzstan is a diverse country.  Our neighbors in KEHEW are Turkish, Russian, and Uzbek. After Just a few days of being in country I was placed into the Kyrgyz language group along with most of the other Peace Corps volunteers (only five out of the 56 of us are learning Russian).  I can already tell that my placement into the Kyrgyz language group will pave the way for an interesting service.  There are a significant amount of Russians who live in Kyrgyzstan.  If you look to be Russian, as I do, you will be greeted by everyone in Russian.  Every time I go to the Bazar and ask “kancha som?(How much is this?)” I am answered in Russian.  At first I thought that my Kyrgyz skills were seriously lacking when I could not understand anyone, but eventually I realized that no matter if I talk to people in Kyrgyz they would answer me in Russian because I look Russian.  As if learning another language is not hard enough.

This first month in country has truly been a mix of ups and downs and I notice that the littlest things can swing my mood.  In the mornings the mountains to the south set the tone for my days.  I wake up at 6 and go for a run though the farmland.  Only a few people are awake.  Some farmers who want to get an early start working in their fields before the heart of the day are already out tending to their vegetables.  Any one with a cow is up and has her milked ready to join the heard in the pasture at 6:45. As I run, the mountains help to remind me of my place in the world.  They remind me that I am a part of something bigger, something out of my control, and as I accept that, I am at peace.  They share with me their spirit; I feel their power, strength and resilience flow through me and fill me with hope. I can be strong like them, and like them go forth to work together and change the landscape that we live in.

As I come home from my morning run the rest of the village has begun to ster.  The kids are up and running around the streets.  The school children have smartly dresses and wiped all dirt from their clothes and feet, ready to go to school.  The men and some women are off to jobs and the housewife’s are busy with the day’s chores.   As I enter my room to change into my work clothes I take a deep breath.  I know that I have to go to Kyrgyz language class for the next 8 hours.  I try to hold onto the hope that the landscape has given me.