Sonntag, 19. Februar 2012

returndate 3rd of april

how is every one?!

i am fine...some days ago i wanted to change the date for my return ticket. for the first time in my life i payed for an insurance for changing the ticket. it said i have to change it more than 30 days before my flight. when i tried it they told me before my it was 30 days before the first flight (from austria to uganda) but i only booked my ticket 1 week before i left. so i had more time to change the date because i needed to pay for the change anyways. when i called them a few days before i was supposed to fly back they told me that if i had told them 30 days before it would have been for free...such idiots! anyways, i wanted to change my ticket to may or june - but its only valid 6 months. so i have my return ticket on teh 3rd of april.

i wanted to upload also some pictures, but i borrowed my cardreader to some one and it never returned...

so just some funny things from my last week:

when i returned from internet to my school the last time as usual many children asked where i had been - and what i did. so i told mahadi, a boy of maybe 12 years, that i was in mityana...in the internet, where i spoke to some friends, and wrote to some... i tried to explain how internet, email and so on works...his question was whether internet works with petrol or gas!

i went to visit a school and one of the things we write down is the attendance of the pupils. in P1, where the youngest childern are, i counted the girls...they were 15. when i counted again they were 14...and then i counted 13... i got confused, but as i walked around in the class i saw that some where hiding below the desks...they feared me too much. i was probably the first white person they saw in their life...they were hiding and crying below their desks.
but that children cry and run away if they see me happens probably every week!


some 3 weeks ago we had some visitors from austria here. the girl used to be a volunteer in the school where i work some  time back. she came with 2 friends, and they came with their motorbikes from europe (what an amazing trip!!). when the children learned that they came with the bike and not by plane they agreed that susi must be poor, because she can not afford to come by plane!

right now i am working at the construction site of a school we build. if the workers see a white man working there it motivates them (or they just fear that i tell if  they are lazy)...anyways, they work better. when i went back to school one of the older girls was lying on the ground, crying...she could not speak, and some times tried to run away...in the direction of the road...and tried to kill her self by throwing herself infront of cars. we held her back, and after some time people agreed that some demons must be the reason...so they started praying for her, in a crazy way...eine teufelsaustreibung! and in the end they took away some small jewelery this girl was wearing because they had identified it as the reason why she went crazy... we europeans stood there, and could not belive it. but we are here in this country, and it is they way issues are handeled here...and you have to accept this as a guest.

just before i came here some thing which i wanted to tell you happened again. we were in a restaurant and ordered food and drinks. when she brought hte soda (coke) the waitress opened it, and then threw the crown cap down on the floor...and when she cleaned the next table she brought the plates, held the crown caps in her hand...and instead bringing it back to the kitchen she threw them down! and even in restaurants it can happen that they just serve one person while the other one is not asked...or that they do not ask you what you want to drink, even ththough they make money with this...so some things are different compared to at home, but thats one reason why i like so much to be abroad!

so hope you are all doing well, thanks for all the comments (und ja hendrik, hab das foto gezeigt...hat ihnen gut getaugt!!)...

see you soon...if you have time when i come back!

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