September 26, 2006
September 19, 2006
The very best of Turkey
Vau, see oli igatahes kogemus, millest ma toibun aasta lõpuni. Heas mõttes loomulikult. Kohe väga kahju oli tagasi tulla külma(ja mitte ainult temperatuuri poolest)ja masendavasse Eestisse, ma oleks võinud sinna jääda igaveseks..
See pilt meeldib mulle endale kõige rohkem, kuid keegi pole seda arvamust minuga jaganud. Mis värk on?
Sanliurfa turg..
Kolkakunst? Harran, küla ida-Türgis, mis koosnes mudamajadest.
Siiajuurde ka suure hilinemisega tekst, mille ma oma päevikusse, millegipärast (vigases) inglise keeles, kokkuvõtvalt kirjutanud olin ning mille ma just nüüd taasaavastasin. Sobiks nagu siia.
20. september 2006
Mis mul viga on?? Miks ma avastan alles viimasel hetkel, tegelikult ma ju tahaks veel? Okei, vahet pole. Tegelikult ma pole ei vihane, masendunud ega depressioonis. Vaid veidi kurb.
Isegi lennujaamas veel alguses ei tundnud ma midagi, kui läksid ära Melten ja Gözan. Mitte midagi. Kuni check-inini. Madis läks Istanbulist rongiga edasi Itaaliasse. Johnny Jesus ja portugaallased pidid maha jääma teisele poole passikontrolli. Kiristasin hambaid, et mitte nutta. Miks? Siiski, milleks põdeda? Kõik oli nii hea olnud. I hate goodbyes.
Lifechanging experience, really. Ma ei saa inglise keelest lahti. Ma olen endiselt seal sees. Ma ei suuda õppida. Ma pean, aga ei suuda.
Turkey, then
FIRST day was a whole lot of flying and sleeping. People seemed like strangers. We arrived at 11 to Sanliurfa and had a late dinner of huge and spicy chicken with pepper and raw onions.
SECOND day was for ice breaking, which didn't actually work. First we were standing in a circle and had to say our names. Then we had to talk to each other for two minutes and then switch partners. I didn't get very far since they stopped shouting "Change" at one point and I kept talking to Emil, who seemed to like my eyes. So next we made 4 groups and wrote down our expectations for the project. Then we went to the lake of Fishes and the bazaar and then up to the hill to smoke waterpipe which was strong enough to blow me away in three puffs.
On the THIRD day we went to work on the lake of Fishes for about an hour and then we had spare time for shopping in the bazaar. I can't quite remember 'bout the evening. Oh, oh yeah, we had to introduce our organizations. We were watching the films everyone had worked hard on and I knew I wanted to be part of smth like that. Then we just spoke in a timid voice about NNM and waved hand painted scarfs. How inspiring is that? Sleep.
FOURTH day was for the bus trip. A long one. Visited Batman, Mardin and some cave place. Back to Urfa everybody was singing except for Estonians. No surprise though. I couldn't get me very blown away by the atmosphere. My fault, not their.
FIFTH day..mm. Yeah, we went to Harran and then..? Damn it, can't remember. Oh, the intercultural evening? Nope, the Turkish night at a hotel built inside a cave. We ate spicy stuff and danced like crazy. And yet again I didn't manage to "go with the flow". Estonian thing you know.
SIXTH day- the intercultural evening. Actually I think something is a bit off, cause we were there for 7 days, 8th was for leaving and I have two more days to go. Well, it doesn't matter that much, the last three days were the most important. After the cultural evening we went to the Portugese room on our floor to drink some green wine from Portugal, Old Tallinn and some original drink from Lithuania. We couldn't talk much as the reception kept calling for noise for every little sound. After that most of the people went on to a bar where I didn't follow them.
So the NEXT day we were at the youth center and in the evening we went again up to the hill for some waterpipe. This was just amazing. I got a bit dizzy and it was cold so I had Madis's scarf on me and it was this great fresh, but warm feeling. People started singing, mostly Estonians, so it wasn't this loud drumbanging, but quiet songs I knew. It was just great. When leaving, all the watering machines were on at the park and we stood under one, holding hands with Emil. When we got back to the hotel, we saw that Ande wasn't there yet(she and other Estonians went and came by car as Ande's leg was broken) and Madis went downstairs to wait for them. Though I had my room key, I let Elis in, and not wanting to have a long and boring chat with her, went downstairs to wait with Madis. It was very fresh outside unlike the other hot evenings and we ate raw citrusthing someone said was orange, I believed was mandarin and Madis went for lime. And he told me all these interesting things he had learned 'bout cultural differences, people's behavior and personal, intimate and social spaces every people has. We were waiting for about 1,5 hours until I came to an idea to look if he's roommate Kaarel was maybe already in his room. Yeah, he was. Nad Ande, by whose absence we were driven when going downstairs, had been in Kristel and Marel's room. That was hilarious, still I was absolutely happy with the evening.
On the LAST day we had the exhibition and the concert. Eduardo was thrilled by my photos saying I was the only reason the exhibition was worth seeing. So said some Romanian girls. I was thrilled. The concert was great. I took loads of B&W photos which I hope to put up in my room. So in the end we went into a bar to listen to one turkishguy's band. It was loud as hell and at first I went with the whining Estonians who infected me with the obsession of leaving soon. But I managed to withdraw and join Madis on the other end of the table to drink some red wine, be sociable and not to bring shame upon Estonians, if this sentence makes any sense. It was Johnny's 25th birthday which we were celebrating there, having it called Christmas. Rock'n roll, my friend. Soon everybody was dancing again and Kristel, Marel and Elis(thank god for that) left for the hotel. They were soon followed by Ande. This was great. We went out smokin' turkish cigarettes Madis was rolling himself and drinking wine. Dancing. We left at about 1 o'clock for the hotel to carry on. Madis went packing his bags while I, not wanting to go to my room to inform Ande what I was planning on and then get held back by her, went again to the Portuguese room. First there was just me, Jesus and Rocas from Lithuania, drinking some beer and smoking cigarettes. We were planning on staying up all night but in the end it didn't work out. The Romanians came and left again though I was trying to convince Emil how stupid idea that was. Eventually there was left only me, Madis, Jay, Jesus, Rocas, Arnoldas, Hugo and Gözan. I was kinda half asleep when I heard them talking 'bout evolution theories and life in outer space. It was kinda crazy. Eventually I felt someone shaking my leg and someone caress my head. I woke for a while and went to sleep in Kaarel and Madise's room, pretty wasted. It was 'bout 4 o'clock. We woke up at 5 to pack my stuff and go down for a taxi to the airport. Before that I called to room 105 to wake up Jesus. And then went to the airport. 'Bout half an hour later the Portuguese arrived, Jesus hugging me and calling me his guardian angel as they wouldn't have woken up without me. It was so fuckin' sweet, you know. It was kinda lucky that the rest of the people made it to the plane as they were running on the last minute. But they did.
5 hours of waiting in Istanbul. We took two tables in the cafeteria and sat down for a while. I felt kinda numb and everyone else wasn't very sociable either. Jesus fell asleep on the floor. I went to buy smth from the shop and when I got back there were only Estonians left as the Portuguese had left for the sleeping area. Their plane was leaving at 4p.m., ours at 3.
We went through the analysis of the trip and all I could think of was that I wanted to go back. After the check-in Madis left. I weeped, he hugged me and told me to take care of his drum he had bought from the bazaar and was too big to carry along when hitchhiking. Having this sad atmosphere, though the others didn't seem to care much, I managed to convince others not to leave before saying goodbye to the Portuguese
Everyone was sleeping and I didn't actually want to wake Johnny up, but Kaarel did it for me. He smiled and hugged me, kissed me twice on both cheeks and told me to take care. I managed not to cry though it was hard having two goodbyes in a row. Though I had known these people for so little time, I felt as it was like loosing a good friend, they had somehow changed me, made me better.
I managed to calm a bit in the waiting area of our plane. I sat down on the floor, humming the football hymn group Salata was playing during the exhibition and concert. Soon we left for the plane.
Now I hate those ignorant, noisy and motionless Estonians back here. They are cold, depressed and negative and I'm not positive enough to not soon go with their attitude. I will again turn into one of them. I'm scared.
See pilt meeldib mulle endale kõige rohkem, kuid keegi pole seda arvamust minuga jaganud. Mis värk on?
Sanliurfa turg..
Kolkakunst? Harran, küla ida-Türgis, mis koosnes mudamajadest.
Siiajuurde ka suure hilinemisega tekst, mille ma oma päevikusse, millegipärast (vigases) inglise keeles, kokkuvõtvalt kirjutanud olin ning mille ma just nüüd taasaavastasin. Sobiks nagu siia.
20. september 2006
Mis mul viga on?? Miks ma avastan alles viimasel hetkel, tegelikult ma ju tahaks veel? Okei, vahet pole. Tegelikult ma pole ei vihane, masendunud ega depressioonis. Vaid veidi kurb.
Isegi lennujaamas veel alguses ei tundnud ma midagi, kui läksid ära Melten ja Gözan. Mitte midagi. Kuni check-inini. Madis läks Istanbulist rongiga edasi Itaaliasse. Johnny Jesus ja portugaallased pidid maha jääma teisele poole passikontrolli. Kiristasin hambaid, et mitte nutta. Miks? Siiski, milleks põdeda? Kõik oli nii hea olnud. I hate goodbyes.
Lifechanging experience, really. Ma ei saa inglise keelest lahti. Ma olen endiselt seal sees. Ma ei suuda õppida. Ma pean, aga ei suuda.
Turkey, then
FIRST day was a whole lot of flying and sleeping. People seemed like strangers. We arrived at 11 to Sanliurfa and had a late dinner of huge and spicy chicken with pepper and raw onions.
SECOND day was for ice breaking, which didn't actually work. First we were standing in a circle and had to say our names. Then we had to talk to each other for two minutes and then switch partners. I didn't get very far since they stopped shouting "Change" at one point and I kept talking to Emil, who seemed to like my eyes. So next we made 4 groups and wrote down our expectations for the project. Then we went to the lake of Fishes and the bazaar and then up to the hill to smoke waterpipe which was strong enough to blow me away in three puffs.
On the THIRD day we went to work on the lake of Fishes for about an hour and then we had spare time for shopping in the bazaar. I can't quite remember 'bout the evening. Oh, oh yeah, we had to introduce our organizations. We were watching the films everyone had worked hard on and I knew I wanted to be part of smth like that. Then we just spoke in a timid voice about NNM and waved hand painted scarfs. How inspiring is that? Sleep.
FOURTH day was for the bus trip. A long one. Visited Batman, Mardin and some cave place. Back to Urfa everybody was singing except for Estonians. No surprise though. I couldn't get me very blown away by the atmosphere. My fault, not their.
FIFTH day..mm. Yeah, we went to Harran and then..? Damn it, can't remember. Oh, the intercultural evening? Nope, the Turkish night at a hotel built inside a cave. We ate spicy stuff and danced like crazy. And yet again I didn't manage to "go with the flow". Estonian thing you know.
SIXTH day- the intercultural evening. Actually I think something is a bit off, cause we were there for 7 days, 8th was for leaving and I have two more days to go. Well, it doesn't matter that much, the last three days were the most important. After the cultural evening we went to the Portugese room on our floor to drink some green wine from Portugal, Old Tallinn and some original drink from Lithuania. We couldn't talk much as the reception kept calling for noise for every little sound. After that most of the people went on to a bar where I didn't follow them.
So the NEXT day we were at the youth center and in the evening we went again up to the hill for some waterpipe. This was just amazing. I got a bit dizzy and it was cold so I had Madis's scarf on me and it was this great fresh, but warm feeling. People started singing, mostly Estonians, so it wasn't this loud drumbanging, but quiet songs I knew. It was just great. When leaving, all the watering machines were on at the park and we stood under one, holding hands with Emil. When we got back to the hotel, we saw that Ande wasn't there yet(she and other Estonians went and came by car as Ande's leg was broken) and Madis went downstairs to wait for them. Though I had my room key, I let Elis in, and not wanting to have a long and boring chat with her, went downstairs to wait with Madis. It was very fresh outside unlike the other hot evenings and we ate raw citrusthing someone said was orange, I believed was mandarin and Madis went for lime. And he told me all these interesting things he had learned 'bout cultural differences, people's behavior and personal, intimate and social spaces every people has. We were waiting for about 1,5 hours until I came to an idea to look if he's roommate Kaarel was maybe already in his room. Yeah, he was. Nad Ande, by whose absence we were driven when going downstairs, had been in Kristel and Marel's room. That was hilarious, still I was absolutely happy with the evening.
On the LAST day we had the exhibition and the concert. Eduardo was thrilled by my photos saying I was the only reason the exhibition was worth seeing. So said some Romanian girls. I was thrilled. The concert was great. I took loads of B&W photos which I hope to put up in my room. So in the end we went into a bar to listen to one turkishguy's band. It was loud as hell and at first I went with the whining Estonians who infected me with the obsession of leaving soon. But I managed to withdraw and join Madis on the other end of the table to drink some red wine, be sociable and not to bring shame upon Estonians, if this sentence makes any sense. It was Johnny's 25th birthday which we were celebrating there, having it called Christmas. Rock'n roll, my friend. Soon everybody was dancing again and Kristel, Marel and Elis(thank god for that) left for the hotel. They were soon followed by Ande. This was great. We went out smokin' turkish cigarettes Madis was rolling himself and drinking wine. Dancing. We left at about 1 o'clock for the hotel to carry on. Madis went packing his bags while I, not wanting to go to my room to inform Ande what I was planning on and then get held back by her, went again to the Portuguese room. First there was just me, Jesus and Rocas from Lithuania, drinking some beer and smoking cigarettes. We were planning on staying up all night but in the end it didn't work out. The Romanians came and left again though I was trying to convince Emil how stupid idea that was. Eventually there was left only me, Madis, Jay, Jesus, Rocas, Arnoldas, Hugo and Gözan. I was kinda half asleep when I heard them talking 'bout evolution theories and life in outer space. It was kinda crazy. Eventually I felt someone shaking my leg and someone caress my head. I woke for a while and went to sleep in Kaarel and Madise's room, pretty wasted. It was 'bout 4 o'clock. We woke up at 5 to pack my stuff and go down for a taxi to the airport. Before that I called to room 105 to wake up Jesus. And then went to the airport. 'Bout half an hour later the Portuguese arrived, Jesus hugging me and calling me his guardian angel as they wouldn't have woken up without me. It was so fuckin' sweet, you know. It was kinda lucky that the rest of the people made it to the plane as they were running on the last minute. But they did.
5 hours of waiting in Istanbul. We took two tables in the cafeteria and sat down for a while. I felt kinda numb and everyone else wasn't very sociable either. Jesus fell asleep on the floor. I went to buy smth from the shop and when I got back there were only Estonians left as the Portuguese had left for the sleeping area. Their plane was leaving at 4p.m., ours at 3.
We went through the analysis of the trip and all I could think of was that I wanted to go back. After the check-in Madis left. I weeped, he hugged me and told me to take care of his drum he had bought from the bazaar and was too big to carry along when hitchhiking. Having this sad atmosphere, though the others didn't seem to care much, I managed to convince others not to leave before saying goodbye to the Portuguese
Everyone was sleeping and I didn't actually want to wake Johnny up, but Kaarel did it for me. He smiled and hugged me, kissed me twice on both cheeks and told me to take care. I managed not to cry though it was hard having two goodbyes in a row. Though I had known these people for so little time, I felt as it was like loosing a good friend, they had somehow changed me, made me better.
I managed to calm a bit in the waiting area of our plane. I sat down on the floor, humming the football hymn group Salata was playing during the exhibition and concert. Soon we left for the plane.
Now I hate those ignorant, noisy and motionless Estonians back here. They are cold, depressed and negative and I'm not positive enough to not soon go with their attitude. I will again turn into one of them. I'm scared.
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