Monday, December 16, 2013

Obcokrajowcem

Obcokrajowcem, means foreigner in Polish, and in Spanish it is extranjero/a. Realistically speaking, you can look all your life at one but you will never know what it means to be a foreigner until you become one, and that's something everyone ought to experience. In this post I want to talk about some myths about Americans in travel and why it's important that Americans do travel.

*Note: I have lived in Spain and Slovakia, and am currently living and working in Poland, hence the particular references to Europe and Europeans as a whole.

Firstly, here are some myths Americans have about themselves and where they travel:

Americans are always approved to receive their study or work papers. False.
It is most certainly true that Americans do not usually need to jump through so many hoops to live abroad as do people seeking to come to the USA, nor do we usually have to put our names on a waiting list. It's practically unheard of. But let there be no mistake, the possibility of rejection is always there. Having an official US passport is a privilege most Americans take for granted, and there's nothing like feeling the mounting anxiety of possible rejection and expulsion from another country to appreciate what it feels like to be anyone else trying to live legally within US borders.

Everyone (Europeans) hates Americans. False.
(Since my own personal experiences are within the European context, I will leave my observations as such). In reality people are curious about our experiences at home and what it is like for us to be living outside the country. Some people can be a bit suspicious or in disagreement with American behavior and politics, but most people find interacting with Americans to be a good experience. In addition, these encounters hold uncounted benefits for Americans to share our real life stories, to talk about our experience being raised in such a culture, what we like and don't like, what changes we'd like to see and what traditions we'd like to preserve. In these moments we can change how others view us. Likewise we can work to break down our own stereotypes by asking, honestly but respectfully, about the other person's own life.
That said, I must note that while people usually don't hate us, it doesn't mean that they are naturally accepting of all foreigners. Europe has a much longer history than that of the US; there are wars, civilizations that rose and fell, traditions and beliefs that were born and still live on which span back for centuries. This shared history of any particular group is what is called the collective narrative. Things which happened centuries ago still define the relationships between whichever groups were involved in that particular occurrence years ago. And just because traveling abroad for a European is not so complicated, does not mean they do. Some don't have the money for it, some are afraid, and some simply have too little interest.

Europeans are the most open-minded people you will ever meet. False.
This myth piggybacks on the myth that Europeans hate Americans because, as I was describing, not everyone is so hateful....to we Americans, but they can be to others. Just ask the Roma/Gypsies, ask the Arabs, ask the people of post-communist countries; there's still a lot of prejudice, a lot of bias, a lot of stubbornness and a lot of poor communication going on on both sides. Many Europeans do believe strongly in progress for their people, the problem is that there tends to be a specific description of who belongs to that group.
This statement may come across as surprising or strange to Americans with little European travel experience, but it is true. As Americans we tend to idealize the European lifestyle. We love their fashion styles, their health care systems, their geographical proximity to other cultural and linguistic communities, and the metaphorical gateway to the Old World from which many of our ancestors descended. There is so much potential and so much culture in which we fantasize linking our current identity with the past. Yet my previous statement is also true. Beauty and bias coexist here in a very real and not so subtle way.

Americans don't need to know other languages in order to travel; everyone else knows English. Depends, but mostly false.
The likelihood of interacting with others in English depends greatly on that city's level of tourist attraction. Notice I say city, not country. While some countries do place English language learning as a high priority in their education curriculum, it is not true for every country. Truthfully though, and I'm about to contradict myself, Europeans who are on vacation to another country and know any level of English or German, will typically attempt English or German with the locals because using English or German as a medium of communication is easier than trying to use a language of which they know nothing or very little. But the expectation is that if you're going to live there, you need to learn the language, no exceptions.
Also, even though you can find others who speak English never think that it's okay to approach just anyone, blab something in English, and then assume they'll understand you. Yes, this means you need to pick up a dictionary and learn some words and phrases. From the day you're born until they day you die your education is continuous. When you travel you just have to try extra hard, but the connections you make will bring you meaning for a lifetime.
On a side note: If someone has or is learning English, it very often tends to be of the British English variety, accents included.

American culture is everyone else's bread and butter. False.
We're more like a topping or extra sauce. A sort of guilty pleasure. The typical person may watch some of our more popular TV series (with subtitles or voice-overs) or fall in love with some American musicians, and we certainly show up in their news, but we're not a staple for the average person's daily life. Don't let yourself be fooled by the amount of American flags or English words you find splashed onto peoples' clothing as it is completely irrelevant to their knowledge of English language or American culture. They just think it looks cool. (I've seen more American flags here in Europe in the past year than I ever have in a single year in the US, not counting the Fourth of July).


To conclude I would like to draw out some important lessons to be learned from these myths and their realities.

What do these myths have to do with what I'm about to tell you? These myths enshroud the American mind in a comfortable lie. It tells us that we can go wherever we want, that we're not the ones with misconceived perceptions, but rather the others that don't understand us. It tells us that because of our nationality we will be simultaneously babied and ripped off.

How about I tell you, no. The world is more complicated than it seems, so don't let your nationality flatten you into a cookie cutter American.

As Americans, let's stop fantasizing about our place in the world. Political power can be obtained and it can be lost, but whether or not it is present as we travel, it should not define what types of travelers and human beings we are to others. Our nationality may protect us, sometimes even target us, but it can never defend us from our own choices.

Not only do we need to learn and to understand this to be good travelers, we need to keep this close to the chest in order to be better US citizens. The United States of America is a kaleidoscope of nationalities and races, and there are plenty of New Americans who need you (long-standing, privileged citizens) to understand what it means to be, be treated, and to feel foreign in a new place. Our nation cannot improve without hitting home the fact that we are a nation of people who carry with them immensely diverse sets of collective narratives, therefore different lenses through which we each understand the present.
Yet it will be the American narrative which will give us a united future. This is the one that says,
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses, yearning to breath free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
 ~Emma Lazarus
Today a foreigner, tomorrow an American, and to be an American is to be whoever you are today. The only commonality which we must share in order to be successful is to truly believe that every person we meet deserves a healthy, safe life and the equal opportunity to chase their dreams. No one, no border-crosser, no refugee, no non-Christian, no person of color, no woman, no non-native English speaker, no LGBT person, no impoverished person, no trafficked person should ever feel or be treated as a second class citizen within American borders. All these people and more come to the United States in search of that which they could not achieve in their native country, and very often, though not always, that includes their own basic rights as humans.

This is why Americans need to travel more and to travel conscientiously. We need it to learn discomfort. We need it so we can look someone else in the eye and try to say something in their language. We need it so that their favorite music becomes our favorite music. We need it so that we can ask the hard questions and to be asked the hard questions. We need it so that we will never again take the comfort of home for granted. We need it so that when the trip is over and we come back home, we can look at a new comer in the eye and say, "I know something of what you're going through", and welcome them.


This blog entry has been inspired by the time I spent this past weekend swapping stories with a friend here in Poland and by this TED talk done by Chirmamanda Ngozi Adichie on "The Danger of a Single Story". Please watch:

http://www.ted.com/talks/chimamanda_adichie_the_danger_of_a_single_story.html

Krystal

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Catching Up!

Cześć!

My apologies for not coming out with this second posting sooner. But I can tell it's time to write again. I'll walk through my general schedule, my experience with the students, and then more about Cieszyn and where I live.


The Schools
This 2013-2014 school year I have been spending the majority of my work day at the Liceum i Gimnazjum Towarzystwa Ewangelickiego w Cieszynie -aka Senior and Junior Evangelical High School in Cieszyn, guiding English conversation classes. The first three weeks or so were quite challenging and tested my patience, but as of late the dust has settled. Where once we were never sure if we'd actually teach in the room we were assigned, or if a class would change periods, we can now predict (mostly) how our day will be structured.

I say "mostly" because about a month ago I arrived at the Elementary school where I teach one class on Fridays, and I was told they were gone on a field trip. If I'd known I could have slept in an extra hour and a half, but instead I enjoyed a cup of coffee and chatted with colleagues I rarely see and I have to say it was worth it. (My one cup of coffee at 9 am kept me caffeinated and jittery until past 1 pm :P ).


My colleagues have been helpful in practically every regard. If Shirley or I have a question they'll answer and often engage in fixing any number of our problems directly and without asking. However, and despite spending plenty of time in the teachers' lounge between classes and during free periods there tends not to be a lot of English conversation between anyone. I respect my colleagues' natural inclination towards speaking Polish, but I just can't help thinking of my time working and living in CLV El Lago del Bosque communities where native English speakers spend their whole work days speaking another language.


I can see I'm on the border of making a judgement call and that's not where my focus should be. Does it feel lonely not being spoken to? Yes. What country am I living in? Poland. Yep, so I need to let it roll off my back and work on learning Polish if I want to take part in these conversations. Or, as has been suggested to me, I need to be more assertive in making my own conversations happen in English. Either way, it requires work on my part. *high-ho, high-ho, it's off to work I go*

The Students
My lineup this year includes three of the first year Gimnazjum classes (7th grade), all of the Liceum (10th-12th grade), one 5th grade class at the elementary school, SPTE, and in addition one English seminar for seniors wanting extra English. Plus the Spanish teacher and I have started our very own conversation group -it should be excellent!

With the older students we had been discussing topics such as American identity, English in the U.S., important places, human trafficking, religion, and, of course, any variety of personal questions they have about the U.S. For obvious reasons the discussions had been gritty and frank at times, to the point where it became clear that I was pushing them too far and too fast for both of our comfort levels. So, I've released the pressure and am keeping the focus of conversation on the students' own experiences, and, whenever they feel brave enough to ask, of my own experiences.

What I've learned from all the hours of teaching these kids so far is that even though it can be uncomfortable for me to approach their questions or remarks, I do feel it is the responsible thing to do. In Poland there is very little diversity, which prevents people from having much direct experience or relationships with people of a different race, religious upbringing, or simply a different way of being and living. Because of this I do want to ensure that I am upholding a positive and honest view of all people. Being their American role model is as big of a responsibility as it sounds. To them everything out of my mouth is the honest to God truth about the U.S., its people and our lives, and its not something of which I, or any American teacher, should be frivolous in our responses.

Additionally, I've come to learn that by releasing the pressure from the students that they really are fun and intelligent people; I am enjoying getting to know them. Sure it can be painstaking coming up with new discussion topics every week, but in the end we all enjoy our time together more :)

Ok. Next!

The City
Cieszyn is a small city of 40,000 people located on the southwestern border of Poland right next to the Olše river across from which is located Český Těšín and the Czech Republic. Like much of post-communist Europe it has its grey side, and its historical, beautiful side as well. Historically its roots are very diverse and involve previously hosting a large German population; and what is now known as "Český Těšín" was once simply "Cieszyn". (Yes, Těšín and Cieszyn are the same if different in spelling).

Hey! Did you know that for over 100 years Poland, as a country, was not even on the map?! Crazy, right?

The Amerykański nauczycieli
Shirley and I live above a pizzeria in split apartments. We've both got our own bedrooms, kitchens, and baths. I've got the larger digs, which I enjoy (and an OVEN), while Shirley does have the benefit of having the washing machine and balcony (overgrown with a leafy vine) on her side. We both, unfortunately, inherited a lot of extra junk -ie: two miniature Christmas trees, several strings of lights, a broken guitar, an air mattress, board games, empty picture frames, yarn, a dehumidifier, tons of children's books, lots of maps, and overused/broken kitchen utensils. Otherwise a great space with good smells wafting up from the pizzeria below, and the occasional whiff of gas or chemical.


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Next time I update I'll write about some of the adventures I've taken and some cultural insights I've been gathering. Cross our fingers that it won't take me two months next time!

;-)

Krystal
aka Miss Mordor

Friday, September 20, 2013

Bratislava and a Lesson To-Go

Dzień dobry all the way from Cieszyn, Poland!

It has been three weeks since arriving in Cieszyn, and four since returning to Europe.


The Beginning: Bratislava

August 17th seems so long ago already.  I was very jet-lagged, but I do recall going to intern Kyle and Anna’s “halfway” flat for dinner, a meal which was largely headed by Miriam and Jeremy, pastor/wife and husband, who were living just a few floors below them. Dinner was great and the chit chat went on for a long time -long enough that Arden was able to go to the Vienna airport, pick up more volunteers and bring them back for a late dinner.

That same evening Claudia and her husband joined us for dinner as well. As it turns out Kyle and Anna (a married couple) as well as Claudia and her husband, plus me, are all Concordia College graduates!!


Kyle is near completing his studies at Luther Seminary in St. Paul to become a pastor, and is in Bratislava to intern with Pastor Miriam at the Bratislava International Church. Claudia’s role was to train all of the volunteers in what it is like to be a teacher of English Language Learners. She had participated directly in the development of the program from the beginning of the school’s existence after the Velvet Revolution took place and Communism fell. I think it’s quite phenomenal to have so many Cobbers being engaged in the global community so willingly in this part of the world.


And perhaps one day, when my computer isn't being stupid, I will post a picture of us Cobbers on my blog. Some day.


Anyways, a week later on August 23rd all us volunteers ate our last breakfast together, said our goodbyes, and loaded our things to be taken away. Rather unfortunately Shirley and I, both going to Cieszyn, had quite a bit of luggage between us and had to get it onto our first train, get it all off at our transfer in Žilina (thankfully with help from another volunteer), then had to bring it all over to the next platform by heaving it down the stairs to the main hallway below, then back up another flight to get to the other platform.


Needless to say, by the time we got it all into the right car, we were drenched despite that we even received help from locals. One local was a young woman in 4 inch heels trying to heave one of my 55 lb suitcases up the stairs, which I took from her afraid she was going to fall and break something.


But, you know what, that’s why I love this area. If someone sees you struggling, they will go out of their way to help you regardless of their age, what they’re in the middle of doing, or almost any limitation they may have. They find a way to help. Plus we’re foreigners, and it doesn’t matter to them. You don’t notice how deprived our world is of good people until you’re in the middle of it. In fact, I think the term “Minnesota nice” implies more than what many Minnesotans actually offer to the common stranger; it’s more like “Minnesota polite”. It’s not that people wouldn’t help; it’s just not so common.


We often think that the people who need help are the ones in homeless shelters, who go to soup kitchens for dinner, who never have enough money to buy school supplies, or who are elderly and use walkers.


Too often we limit our help to a selection of people instead of always being ready and willing to help whomever we come across, plain and simple. These Central European societies are far from perfect. Many people wish they would do more to help the Roma people, for example. We all must learn to help without defining a limit of who is in need of it, and I include myself in that as well.


I often desire to help the people I see, but I allow fear to hold me back. My lack of Polish I have used as an excuse. Like the time I saw a man with one leg in a wheelchair kicking his way up the steep sidewalk backwards with an aim to get to the top. I struggled with that. I had seen him in the store, made eye contact, then encountered him again going up the hill. I almost turned around but told myself I didn't have enough Polish to be able to understand where he would want to go if he were to accept my help. It seems like a good enough excuse, but I'm also the one who tells myself and others not to let fear get in the way of anything. So in that moment I was all hypocrite.


I think it's time I tackle some of my fears and be a better person for it.



Well, here's til tomorrow!