Friday, November 8, 2013

Tamana Ve?



I wrote this about month ago with no intention of blogging it. For whatever reason I just sat down and started writing, which is odd considering I have never written in or kept a journal in my life. Reading it now, though, it seems like something you all will appreciate.

Quick update on the library project: After several weeks of trying to get the money that several Malagasy donors had promised months ago, they have finally given me (at least part of) their contribution. Building is going to start on the 11th of November. Again, thank you so much to all of you who helped make this possible. I will try to keep you all updated as best as I can through the interwebs.

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I think after a year and a bit I can finally say, “Yes, I am.” I’m not really sure what brought this particular thought process because I haven’t had an especially awesome day, but what the hell.

No two Peace Corps volunteer experiences are the same. Obviously, this would be true of a volunteer in Fiji and a volunteer in Ethiopia, but I am talking about volunteers within Madagascar, too. My Peace Corps experience has been worlds apart from even that of my two site mates; the bottom line is I got extremely lucky. From what I have heard of the volunteer placement process (not for country, but for town/village within a country) it doesn’t seem that many aspects of one’s professional background are matched with site needs. Instead, it’s more of a mix and match with no great systematic approach, aside from possible medical requirements. I remember I was a bit confused when I wasn’t matched to my first choice, a town in northern Madagascar that had an English radio program started by a previous volunteer. I think anyone who knows me would agree that this would have seemed like a perfect match. But after the two-week process of reviewing and researching all the different sites available to the group of volunteers I came to country with and trying to conceal those choices from your new friends (a very awkward time) so as to not give too much away, I genuinely became fed up. The day before our site announcements we had an interview with Peace Corps staff members and I told them I didn’t really care anymore. I didn’t say it with malice or frustration in my voice (even though I really was fed up). I just said, ‘you have my choices, whatever you decide I am fine with.’ From the beginning of the application process up until that point, we are given no say in anything that happens to us, so for us to have a choice in where we live for two years in a tropical island, you can imagine the tension. Turns out, I was very convincing in that interview because I was placed in one of the sites no one asked for. When you come from the land of running water, electricity and porcelain toilets it is pretty easy to gravitate towards those things when you are given the option. After I found out I was going to Ampasimanjeva I looked back at my research of the site and saw the words “Fuck No” on the top. To this day, I have no idea why I wrote that. It’s almost embarrassing that I made such a judgment off a piece of paper.

Fast forward to today. I live in a house made out of the equivalent of tree bark. When it rains, it sounds like Armageddon (I’m actually hoping for a cyclone this year just to see if this baby can take it). I fetch (often nasty) water from a well about a football field away and poop in a hole about 200 yards away (a distance of which has definitely presented problems so far). I live in a town small enough where there are no restaurants for a quick meal. So even after a long, crappy day I still have to cook (an activity I hate) or I just don’t eat. Usually, I go with the latter. I know this sounds like complaining. I can tell you we volunteers do plenty of complaining about our respective situations (usually for therapeutic reasons), but I assure you this is the exact opposite.

When I first arrived here in Ampasimanjeva, people used to ask me, “Tamana ve anao?” (Are you settled? Do you like it here?). Obviously, I said yes because no one in American culture would ever say, “Hell no, this sucks” or “What the hell did I just get myself into” especially if you are expected to live in this place for another 2 years. So, I went with, “Oh, yeah. This is awesome. I’m completely settled in.” I was very convincing indeed. To be honest, I don’t think I would have known how to say in Malagasy my reasons for not being tamana yet.

I have come to realize that even though these people and this culture can frustrate the hell out of me, it is exactly what I was looking for. Even though it can get incredibly lonely when you have no electricity, nothing to do, and are staring at four walls infested with ants, rats and flying roaches. This is home and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I think I can finally say, “I am tamana.”



We just finished our one-year conference and we had a session for those possibly interested in extending their service. It got loud in the room and it became very clear that about 90% of the volunteers completely tuned out. I think myself and maybe two other people were genuinely interested (don’t panic yet, mom. I’m just considering it). As I mentioned, there are days where I can’t wait to get out: the general apathy and lethargy of a lot of the Malagasy people can be deflating, disengaging and exhausting. Even still, these people find pleasure in their own livelihood, no matter how awful it may appear to the outside world. Who are we (the first world) to judge their way of life if it doesn’t seem to bother them? We use phrases like “the third world” and make judgments based on the 30 seconds CNN devotes to some small village in Africa once per month. I think what I am trying to say is that I finally understand what Peace Corps meant when they said volunteers often get more out of the experience than they give. Malagasy people often jokingly ask me if I can take them back to the states with me when I leave. These people are very small so they would probably fit in most checked bags. Just kidding. The truth is that while they are curious to hear my answer, I don’t think these people really have any desire to live in a culture where work and money come before everything (not to mention a life without rice three times per day. God forbid). I have met people, both Malagasy and ex-pats, who have the money to go somewhere else in this world, but choose Madagascar. Why? American culture would consider such a mentality completely nuts, as did many volunteers’ families when they left for the Peace Corps (I got lucky and had nothing but support). Granted, a lot of these people (but not all of them) who choose Madagascar have the financial means to live lavishly in a country like this.

Other volunteers tell me about their friends back home who are working jobs they hate, but what else can they do? Quit and move back in with their parents? No, society tells them that is failure even if you have the most accepting, helpful parents in the world. Even volunteers who are heading home and going to live with their parents until they can find work seem to feel like they have to justify their reasoning for doing so. I don’t know what the answer is for people stuck in miserable jobs, but if it happens to me, I would probably go crazy, especially after doing something like this. The more I think about it the more life in the states (and the first world in general) seems like a race toward retirement. Don’t get me wrong, I know there are people who love their jobs and never want to retire, I’m just talking about people my age who are stuck in a rut with no way out.

Just before I started writing this I had a conversation with my friend outside about the library and what he thinks it will mean for this town. Such a conversation would never happen at 2:30 on a Monday afternoon. No way! Those are precious work hours and time is money. I am almost 26 years old. I will not have much money when I return to the states and I couldn’t be happier. A lot of times you’ll hear volunteers say something like, “yeah, this job is great, but I have to get back and start a real life.” I understand the viewpoint – we are living here on the government’s dime with no real structure to our work schedule. If you are not a teacher, your own self-motivation is literally the only schedule you hold yourself to. Thankfully, Peace Corps is loaded with self-motivated people. But to me this doesn’t feel like a transition to a real life. I don’t think it is something that I just needed to get out of my system.

Okay, you’re all probably thinking, “Holy crap, he’s finally lost it.” But I swear I haven’t (although I guess that’s what anyone would say right before they are checked into the nut house). I am just reflecting on my own experiences here and what it may mean for my future.

When I first got here, I have questioned whether or not I should have stayed in Detroit and done humanitarian work there. We all know that city needs all the help it can get. That is my plan for when I return – to live near family and play some role in the attempt to restore Detroit. But the longer I live in a place where phrases like “time is money” or “Eat. Work. Sleep” are just that, idioms, and not actually ways of life, the more tempted I am to stay. Is it possible to live a life in the U.S. without regard for money? Hope so. Will I be here for a third year? I don’t know. All I can say is it’s not out of the question.

I just got back from a trip to Mauritius with my parents for 6 days. It was unbelievable. I met some of my dad’s family that I had either never met before or couldn’t remember because I was too young at the time. It was so great that I am hoping to go back with some of my Peace Corps friends over Easter vacation. Despite the beauty of my 6-day getaway, coming back to my small village in Madagascar definitely messed with my mind. I wonder…if I go back to Detroit right away will I forget how great of a time I had here? Will I want to come back at some point? Will I base my decision on the cost of a plane ticket? I really hope not.

I wrote that a few weeks ago and I guarantee my opinion on all of this has changed at least 2 or 3 times with the ebbs and flows of my work. This is a love-hate relationship and I think this post shows the side of me when I am really loving my job.

1 comment:

  1. Incredible post, Rory. Awesome to see you working through these thoughts. I was actually just with Rose yesterday and the two of us were talking about what it'll be like when you come back to the States (eventually), and how you'd possibly adjust to this kind of lifestyle. Neither one of us could imagine it, literally. What you're doing has purpose, it has a mission. It has a direct impact and, like you say, it's being done on your terms. It's not driven by a time-sheet and it's not confined to a cubicle. That's so much more than almost anybody our age can say over here. Completely admirable. We're all so, so proud of you, but I'm sure you know that. Speaking frankly I'm more than a little jealous.

    Whatever you decide, we'll be there. Let us know if you need anything. I know we fell out of touch re: the library project but I'm still totally on board with doing whatever I can to stock that puppy.

    Stay in touch. Let us know what we can do to contribute.

    You're the man,
    Nick

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