Monday, May 26, 2014

Magic

I have discovered something in Ethiopia that just delights my heart. It's a wonderful invention that functions like magic. They're called them shamma. I think it's made out of fat, or used to be; some sort of waxy substance anyway. They're formed into short little cylindrical poles and all the way through the middle is a string. If you light the string it stays lit for hours. It's like a flashlight but you don't have to use any hands to hold it! All you need is a bit of melted wax to stick it on the end of your table and you can go about your business in the middle of the night.
            I just always find myself amazed at what people are capable of with such simple things.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Observations Made While Constipated on the Shintbet

Hello, I would like to apologize for last weeks absence of a post. I hope this makes up for it.

For those of you who are unaware of what a shintbet is, I refer you to a previous post.

Most people in Peace Corps have the problem of runny, explosive, and/or unpredictable bowel movements. I don't have that problem. My bowel movements are very predictable as in, they predictably don't happen. But sometimes they do, and then I gladly make my way to the shintbet.
            While there I get a lot of leisure time to stare at the walls. I know exactly where not to stare to see musty cobwebs complete with the translucent shell of a dead spider. I know exactly where the currently living spiders are so that I can make sure their creepy little bodies don't advance too close to my own.
            I have also found, in the rough texture of the walls several shapes. For instance, right by my head you can find quite a wonderful outline of Ethiopia. It really is perfect, almost as if it was a stamp on the tools the cement workers used. Further along the wall is a pretty good shape of Australia although it is not to scale. On my shintbet wall it is roughly the same size as Ethiopia and this is not so on any halfway decent map or, indeed, on the planet itself. There is also what could either be a phaser gun from Star Trek or one of the Imperial battleships from Star Wars and a giant Florida that's missing the panhandle.
            But the most important observation I've noticed is this: After squatting over a hole, waiting for nature to call, your legs can get rather tired. It becomes hard to stand up. But you cannot fall. You cannot fall. Because after falling onto the floor of a shintbet you might as well end it all right then and there.
            Build up your leg muscles because you cannot fall!

(Aren't you glad I waited this long for another shitty post?)


Monday, April 21, 2014

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Dear Aunt Rose,

I always liked you. Ok, maybe that's way too strong a statement. I never minded your visits as much as my sisters did and do.
     I've always seen you as a fact I have to deal with and cursing you seems futile. Your visits are always short and never come at unexpected times. You arrive and leave with little pomp and circumstance and I always appreciated that. So thank you.
     However, now that I am in Ethiopia, your visits are starting to become cumbersome. I would appreciate if you could just take a vacation, a little breather. Go to some tropical island and sip on a bloody Mary. You'll love it, I promise. It's just your style.

Thanks a bunch,
Julia

Monday, April 14, 2014

A Peace Corps Baby

Dear friends and family,

I have been in Ethiopia for a little over nine months now and I've come to realize something, Peace Corps is a lot like being pregnant. (As I've gathered from listening to other people tell me what it's like to be pregnant.)

In Peace Corps there is a lot of vomiting. Weird foreign agents grow inside one's intestines and really mess with one's pee and poop schedule. (You never know when it's going to blow.)

I myself, have craved food I never liked before and have eaten the weirdest combinations of things.

I'm sleeping a lot and my back and feet ache constantly.

It's strange, full of bouts of explainable depression, and you find yourself counting down the days until this horror will end.

Despite all this, it feels rewarding, beautiful and you find pride in the miracle you are a part of.

The only difference is that, instead of being pregnant for only nine months I'm 'pregnant' for 27 (18 more to go guys) and what I'm gestating is not a whiny mini-me that poops a lot. It's a fully grown new-me (that quite frankly poops a lot.) We just have to wait a little longer to see what exactly this new iteration will be.

Love, Julia

Monday, April 7, 2014

The Spider Chronicles, A Spider Victory

As my war rages with the arachnids I have always stayed ahead. I have, at times, been impressed by their tenacity and creative endeavors to claim my home as their territory but, as the superior opponent I have earned victory in all our encounters. But all goliaths will fall. Last night's battle proved a victory for the enemy.
            They waited months for my guard to go down and then attacked as I was cleaning up my modest meal of the evening. It scurried fast, sticky legs hugging the wall as it raced along the slightly uneven surface. I let out a startled cry and swiftly backed away from my counter. Suds and water dripped from my fingers as I braced myself for a fight. It must have scouted the perfect location for this attack. It positioned itself by my food so I couldn't use my bug spray for the risk of poisoning my rations and it was safe behind large, bulky water buckets so I couldn't get a good angle with a shoe. I decided I had to try anyway.
            Yet the spider countered every move I made. I took one step towards my shoes, it scurried a little closer. I took another step and it scurried closer. I lunged for my shoes and it dropped out of sight. I let out another shriek. At this second shriek I heard the cries of my anxious neighbors. I beat a retreat from my home. The spiders had won.
            I was saddened and ashamed at my loss. It was a dark night.

            The spider was not victorious for long. Reinforcements soon came and evicted the disgusting creature in only a matter of minutes. Zed forced the spider from under the table with a volley of bug spray and quickly smashed it with a shoe, sweeping it out of sight and into a rain ditch. My ally was strong and fearless when coming to my aid. I thank him and send this blog as a tribute to his strength.

The spider from the first installment of this saga was twice as big.