Europe and EVS

How it works European Voluntary Service? Who is a volunteer?

There is some money, lots of projects, lots of countries and lots of volunteers. Local organizations present their projects and European Union adjudicates financial aid. Theory says that the objective is to encourage international exchange and youth in action among European countries. Once local organizations get approval, they select volunteers from different countries through an intermediary agent, the so called sending-organizations. S0 receives volunteers, gives them information about this program and puts in contact the volunteer and the hosting organization. When the volunteer arrives to the European destination, hosting organization provides flat, food, transport and pocket money. I am still writing  about theory.

My second question is: What does it means volunteer? What does an evs volunteer do?

From my point of view, a volunteer would be a person involved in social and educative actions. Philosophy related to this kind of program is based on the development of personal skills. Also means to work without the expectation of getting economic or personal profit. Considering this, I can imply that a volunteer must give in his time and effort as a generous act of voluntary decision. A volunteer should try to help others and offer some value, that is to say, the volunteer gives any useful portion of his/her time and ideals. However, the point where ideal and time emerges, the concept of volunteer starts to be relative.  So, the goal should be to get balance between me and others and to understand meanings between local, national and international.

One of the most interesting points of this program is the idea of voluntary work based on methods of non-formal education. This policy protects the subjective conceptions and freedom of expression for the volunteer since he can establish his/her own method of helping or teaching, which doesn’t have to be attached to regulated programs.  This topic is directly related with the binomial autonomy – cooperation into a team. It means that if I am a volunteer, I shouldn’t have to follow instructions permanently; but it also means that I must know how to organize my own time; it means that I could make proposals and spend my time in tasks where I could help others or develop myself in a constructive way; but also means that I should get results. At least, I must have the possibility to do it. Where possibilities exist, opportunities can be found.

But this is not so easy because: What is the most effective way and how could I measure it? Where are limits between my personal achievements and cooperation into schedules made by others? Do I know myself? Do I assume my limits? How does my personal condition operate within international contexts?

On the other hand; can ideals overcome bureaucracy? If international public institutions regulate and national ones manage the control:  How does this administrative division influence the concrete reality of the volunteer?  Who are responsible and how are established the gravity of conflicts? In this case: What is the real interest and value of diplomacy? If  philosophy of this program is designed by macro policies and and micro-policies of each country execute aspects related to the daily routine; can be possible a real balance between philosophy and pragmatism? How are ethical criteria performed by each project and country?

It makes me think about the idea of Europe. A common idea, a common economic policy established over a great cultural and historical diversity. The same policy embraces and works into different realities. It makes me think about the meaning of Europe, and I decided to look for some information. There’re two interpretations highly analyzed: one, regarding its ethimology: Europa is compsed by eu (thurh) and opsis (eyes). Some researches reject the Greek origin of this word and consider influences from previous languages (Europe as extensive view). Europe was also a mythological figure, daughter of Phoenician king Agenon. Zeus, metamorphosed into a white bull, kidnapped and carried her to the island of Crete. However, there is a third meaning of Europe: Jupiter’s satellite discovered by Galileo. When I think about my condition as European citizen, I don’t know why, but the image of a satellite round my mind…

Some questions are not easy.

 

 

 

Teatru cu 8 o'clock

Trupa de teatru 8 o`clock a Colegiului Tehnic Mircea Cristea Brașov se află la cea de-a treia piesă pusă în scenă. Formația a debutat pe scena Centrului Cultural Reduta in cadrul Galei Supervoluntarilor, în 2010. Au urmat spectacole la Casa de bătrâni Daniel Săcele, pe scena Teatrului de Operetă Brașov  și pe cea Colegiului Național de Informatică G. Moisil Brașov. Pentru Gala din acest an regizorul (prof. Cristian Vieru) a propus o adaptare dramatică a unor texte ale lui Caragiale. Elevii claselor a IX-a si a XII-a vor încerca să stârnească buna dispoziție a celor din sală pentru 10 minute.

 

Everything has its secrets

It seems that all playgrounds in Brasov look the same. Small squares with colorful toys for children in the middle and dark wooden bench around it. But if you look closer (especially at dusk) and more careful you can discover theirs secrets, things which you’ve never supposed to exist.

For example this playground close to our flat. Do you know the second bench on the left of entrance? Probably you set on it from time to time. Do you know that it’s not an ordinary bench? It can recognize your dreams almost immediately when you set down on it. It can not only recognize your secrets but also remember them and in the right time show it up! How? Your body, or if you prefer to call it your dreams, expectations or thoughts, leaves on it a shape from the light. This light shadow will still stay on the bench long time after you will have gone away. In this way I can tell you that the old lady from 5th floor is dreaming about men with the moustache from the 2nd floor; the small girl with a long red hair wants to have a cat and me …I avoid this bench like a devil avoids holly water 😉

Beautiful dresses

The Etnovember-Festival in Brasov
 
Last Sunday was the appearance of Bastionul Ţesătorilor a bit changed. Small colorful flags were swinging over the inner courtyard, the place was decorated with apples, paprika and covrigi and people in medieval costums were walking around… It was Etnovember-Festival in Brasov.
When I entered the place with Mahila and Jennifer we got funny wooden necklaces with the logo of the festival which includes a mouse.
Then we watched some traditional dances. I liked the dresses of the girls so much. You can see them in the picture. The cute pattern of small white flowers on the blue cloth is so nice. I would like to have a dress like this 🙂
What else did we experience last sunday? You will read it in another blog…
Mireille.
 
 

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Cezara Crețu la Gala pentru Supervoluntari!

Posted by on Thursday, November 22, 2012 · Leave a Comment 

Cezara Crețu are 14 ani și este elevă în clasa a IX-a la Colegiul Național Andrei Șaguna. Una din solistele grupului Ziurel, care activează sub egida FAST, ea cântă alături de grup în diverse spectacole, majoritatea caritabile, dar a participat ca solistă și la câteva festivaluri, unde a fost laureată. Iubește muzica folk și baladele rock și le interpretează cu mare plăcere.

Este prezentă pentru a treia oară consecutiv la Gala pentru Supervoluntari. De data aceasta va interpreta alaturi de Andreea Hristea “I won’t give up”, cover Jason Mraz și “Epilog, cover Vama Veche.

 

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The price of Money

Posted by on Wednesday, November 21, 2012 · Leave a Comment 

 

Hassan always was dreaming with a bike. He sought it for first on the way to the school. From long ago Hassan used to take the bus. His father was driver and had lots of friends into the field. Because of this, he could take the bus all day for free. However, since Hassan had started seventh grade, he wanted to go by walking. This was a personal decision that his parents, at the beginning, couldn’t understand very well. The school was almost 45 minutes far from his home and it meant an extra effort. But Hassan took this decision and nothing could change his brain. For him, this walking to the school was the most peaceful moment of the day. Furthermore, he felt that this activity made his body stronger and healthy.

In the second semester, Hassan decided to change his path. From the first day he used to take the same track and he wanted to try a small change. The streets around his neighbor were ordered and this factor didn’t represent a waste of time or any risk. He was walking around a long street and then, beyond the crystal, he saw the bike of his dreams. It was like a perfect skeleton; a real incarnation of the speed made by light aluminum. It was painted in black and red. The wheels were perfectly adapted to the mountain and pedals were reinforced with an especial protection.

After the school, he came running to home and told to his parents that he wanted to get this bike. At the beginning, Hassan was so emotive that even he didn’t ask them. His speech sounded like an order. He was interrupting constantly to his parents, creating the most creative answers in order to convey the most convincing arguments and benefits that the bike would give to him: “ you don’t think so? This is a great invest!”. No one existed around him, nothing could stop him. He had clear idea about what he wanted.

Suddenly, his father told him: “come with me, I will help you to get your dreams”. In this moment Hassan felt the happiest person around the world. Both of them got in the bus and took the way to the shop. However, the bus changed its path and Hassan asked to his father what was going on. Before his father answered, the doors opened and they got out of the bus, just in front of a bazaar. At the beginning, Hassan didn’t understand nothing. His father had a big bag full of lemons and he gave it to Hassan and said: “go there baby, sell the lemons and when you finish, I will be waiting for you at home. Bye”. Hassan couldn’t believe. Was it real? Why was his father doing this? Why to sell those lemons? What does it mean?…..

Hassan did it. He was working four hours without stop into the bazaar. When he checked the money he got from the transaction, he felt depressed. With this money only could buy a wheel, no more. He tough: “so much effort and time…and I only got this small amount of money. This is not fair. I hate my father”. Hassan was so upset. He ran to home, took the money from his pocket and put it on the table. His parents were sitting in the kitchen. They were taking some snacks and seeing the Hassan’s face. He was between flushed and furious. He hit the table with his right fist and said: here is the money. After, he turned and disappeared. He couldn’t understand why his parents did it, why they wanted to humiliate him in this horrible way.

One week later, Hassan was preparing to go to the school. But that day, he is not going by walk. In front of his house, he found a black mountain bike: it was a perfect skeleton, a real incarnation of the Speed made by light aluminum.

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Ansamblul Măgura din Codlea vin la Gala pentru Supervoluntari!

Posted by on Wednesday, November 21, 2012 · Leave a Comment 

Ansamblul Folcloric “Măgura” Casei de Cultură din Codlea are o activitate de peste 45 de ani ajungând să fie un ansamblu cunoscut pe plan intern și internațional, reușind să ajungă la o interpretare artistică valoroasă realizând autenticitatea și specificul dansului, cântecelor și costumelor populare din județul Brașov, precum și din cele mai reprezentative zone din țară. În prezent, în cadrul ansamblului activează peste 150 de persoane (copii, tineri, adulți) constituindu-se într-o adevărată școală de dans popular autentic, fiind coordonați de profesori maestri coregrafi și instrumetiști de specialitate.

În cadrul Galei pentru Supervoluntari vom fi prezenți cu o grupă de copii de vârste cuprinse între 6-10 ani, având ca vechime în cadrul ansamblului 3 ani. Dansul pe care îl vor dansa se numește “Mărunțele Făgăreșene”, fiind un dans din zona Făgărașului. Coregrafi: Angela Drăgușin și Andreia Popa. Director: Petrică Buhnici.

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Invitații Gala pentru Supervoluntari Brașov

Posted by on Wednesday, November 21, 2012 · Leave a Comment 

Invitațiile ediției 2012 a Galei pentru Supervoluntari Brașov se ridică de la Centrul de Activități Colors, str. Mircea cel Bătrân nr. 4 (lângă Casa de Pensii) după următorul program:

miercuri, orele 12-18

joi, orele 10-18

marți, orele 10-18

Vă așteptăm 🙂

 

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Lost in Translation

Posted by on Monday, November 19, 2012 · Leave a Comment 

Aitor and Merve were travelling around some point over the mediterrian area cost.  In the day when this story starts it was a sunny day and calm. The sea was calm and the atmospher was totally clear. It was 12 oclock in the morning and Merve was laid on the prow of the boat.  Aitor was checking the sails on the top of the dock. He saw a some strange clouds but they were so far that he didn’t pay special attention. They spent all day long in the inside of the boat, cooking some fishes that Aitor got from the sea and discussing about the rest of this trip. Suddenly, they heard sound of waves and thunders. Aitor got out to check what was going on. He told to Merve to keep inside but she was so curious and coudn’t obey the advise. The sky was totally dark and a big storm just started to shake the boat.  Aitor tried to pick the sails in a while Merve was looking for her bag. The weather was so closed that they coudnt see eachother . In this moment an impressive electiric ray touched the boat and illuminated their face. Aitor and Merve looked last time one to eachother…

It was so dark… I don’t remember what happened.. I wanted to wake up but I couldn’t do it and I heard some voices.. ‘’ por favor, levantese ,este no es lugar para dormır.. por favor.. ‘’ then I opened my eyes. There is a guy in blue uniform he was telling me something in Spanish.. I was still seeing everything blurred and I realize how my skin burn, how my head was paining.. It was seems like I was sleeping 4 days.. And the guy he was still telling me something. I have learned Spanish from Aitor. It was also one of the reason to met with him..

He was telling me rules of beach. Then I said in Spanish ‘’ vale, vale, he entendıdo ‘’ I just sat on the corner, I was in the shock. I was trying to remember what happened ? Where am I ? Who are this people? Where is Aitor ? And who is Aitor ? I checked my body and I saw 3 big lividity on my body. 2 of them on my leg and other one was on my arm..Then I started to walk inside of city. I scared a lot. I tried to understand people.. But I couldn’t do it. I was sure they were speaking Spanish but this accent was so strange.. I found a fountain. I washed my face and I drunk a lot water.. Even people were waiting me in-line. I was still walking and I was in shocked. I couldnt speak with no one. Then I decided to check my pocket. I had a bıt of money and some candies…

Merve wanted to be sure that is she in Spain or somewhere else ? She has never ever been to this kind of city. Even she couldn’t remember what happened to her. She saw a market.. She went to inside. She has checked to newspapers and she saw this names ‘’ El Pais- El Mundo – Marca.. ‘’ She was totally sure that she was in Spain then she checked the local newspapers and she saw the name ‘’ La Verdad Murcia ‘’ She got more exciting… She started to cry…

What did  happen to her ? How did she come here? Who was Aitor that she always remember this name ? How could she back to Turkiye….

 

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Lost in Translation (chapter I)

Posted by on Monday, November 19, 2012 · Leave a Comment 

 

Aitor and Merve were travelling around some point over the Mediterranean coast. This day, when the story started, was sunny. The sea was calm and clear atmosphere. It was 12.00 o’clock in the morning and Merve was lying on the prow of the boat. Aitor was checking the sails on the top of the dock. Then, he saw some strange clouds, but so far from them that he didn’t pay special attention. The couple spent all day long inside of the boat, cooking some fishes that Aitor caugh from the sea, and discussing about the rest of this trip. Suddenly, they heard sounds of waves and thunders. Aitor went out for checking what was going on. He told to Merve to keep inside, but she was very curious and couldn’t obey the advice. The sky was totally dark and a big storm began to shake the boat. Aitor tried to pick up the sails and in the meantime Merve looked for her bag. The fog was so intense that they couldn’t see anything. In this moment, an impressive electric ray touched the boat and illuminated the dark scene. It was the last time that Aitor and Merve saw one to each other….

Nobody knows how long they were lost into the sea, either what happened exactly after that ray….

Aitor woke up somewhere unrecognizable to his eyes. It was a hot day and the sun started to hurt his skin. He stood up slowly and took out of his mouth a rest of sand from the beach. Aitor saw the sea in a strange calm and had a vague feeling of fear. He tried to go back on the track to figure out what was he doing there. It was impossible. He couldn’t remember anything, either why, how or when he ended up in this portion of unknown land.

After a few minutes, he could stand up and check if some part of his body was damaged.  He had only a few bounces on his ribs and some scratches along his legs. He had lost most of his physical power but still had energy to walk till some place, to drink something and discover the name of that city. His first insight was “I think I am somewhere in the South”.

He was walking around the nearest streets and he looked some adverts and inscriptions written in a very strange language. Aitor laughed sarcastically and curled his hands into a closed fists. He couldn’t grasp anything and people around him seemed to speak faster than his ability to understand. Suddenly, a tourist bus crossed very close to him and he could read and memorize something useful: Kusadasi – Davutlar. He remembered this first name from a travel agency located close to his work. In this moment,  he guessed that he was in Turkey.

-“Oh, gosh, it will be a long trip”, said to himself.

 

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Votează cel mai simpatic supervoluntar!

Posted by on Sunday, November 18, 2012 · Leave a Comment 

Până în 25 noiembrie intră pe pagina de facebook a Asociației Colors și votează cel mai simpatic voluntar din Brașov și Sibiu! Acesta va fi ales prin vot public, cuantificând totalul like-urilor primite, din rândul tuturor voluntarilor pentru care au fost trimise nominalizări la edițiile din acest an.

Votează cel mai simpatic voluntar din Brașov – click aici!

Votează cel mai simpatic voluntar din Sibiu – click aici! 

 

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Când Isadora dansa

Posted by on Saturday, November 17, 2012 · Leave a Comment 

Last Thursday we were with Claudia and Juan in theater on the play tilted: “Când Isadora dansa”. It was a guest appearance of the Odeon Theater from Bucharest. The main character, Isadora Duncan, was a famous American dancer from the beginning of XX century. She revolutionized ballet. As a first dancer in the history she took off ballet shoes and stared to dance in white Grecian tunic and bare feet. This more comfortable style correspond with her dance philosophy. She hated classic rules of dance. Instead of that she wanted to base dance on natural movement and emotion. She used to tell:  “I spent long days and nights in the studio seeking that dance which might be the divine expression of the human spirit through the medium of the body’s movement”. (more info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isadora_Duncan)

The play based on the last 4 years of Isadora’s life –  fight with poverty, searching for the way of getting out of it. I admit taht at the beginning I was a little bit disappointed cuz I had expected more dance in the play about dancer. But with time I started to enjoy. It was funny to built a plot from the singles words in different languages. Isadora lived in international environment. Her husband was a Russian poet Sergei Yesenin, her housemaid was a French, her best friend was a Greek and she was trying to make interest with “very important Italian guy”. Actors mixed all this languages with Romanian so from the scene it heard like a languages puzzles.

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