Sunday, September 11, 2005

Welcome Back Bujeta and Erza!

Bujeta Vokshi and Erza Vesa, two of Liz's volunteers who visited Muscatine in 2004, returned to Muscatine September 11, 2005. They are here as Rotary Scholars and will attend Muscatine High School!

Members of the Muscatine Kosovo Project held a surprise welcome party for Bujeta and Erza at Ric and Cynthia Smith's house just hours after the two arrived in Muscatine. Several photos from the party are posted in separate messages below.

Photos from Erza and Bujeta's Welcome Party

Special thanks to Deb Porter and Eugene Johnston for taking most of these photos.

More Photos from Erza and Bujeta Welcome Party

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Panorama View of Gjakove by Jon Fasanelli-Cawelti

Jon drew this composition on six separate sheets of paper on August 7-August 31, 2005. I have scanned each of the pieces and combined them into one complete picture.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Post-trip Thoughts from Neva Baker

I have been asked a number of times, “Was it what you expected?” Well, like most experiences, yes and no. I am not a world traveler like Keith and Kristin, or Anne Olson or Doreen Borde. My experience with Europe was 20 and 22 years ago, but I stayed and traveled and studied and lived there for nine weeks each time, and I found that even after so many years, I could understand much of the cultural context – for example, the housing styles didn’t seem so exotic to me as they did to some of the others in our group, especially the kids. We had been warned that it was a third world country, but I still expected Europe, just a poor Europe, and I found that I was mostly right. I had read and studied the books about the ethnic cleansing by Slobodon Milosovec, and I expected more evidence of the ravages of war and violence. Instead I saw many new buildings, and contented cows wandering across the road.

I did not expect the evidence of freedom – a very open and personal freedom of the individuals we meant. Kids played in the streets or wandered around the town wherever they wanted and were safe and happy. Men and women did their shopping, visited with friends, and strolled the “boulevard” on Sunday night until the wee hours, admiring their friends’ best clothing and visiting the café’s and boutiques. I know that some of this is a reaction from the fear and imprisonment in their own houses during Milosevec’s reign of terror. I know that many women are not free as we American women expect to be free. I know that some of the families we worked with – even in Liz’s group of volunteers – came from what we would call dysfunctional homes, and some had experienced abuse and violence from family members. I know also, that part of the freedom from tension and violence in Gjakova is due to the lack of any significant ethnic minority presence. And yet, in spite of this, we also experienced the exhilaration of a sense of safety and freedom we don’t usually know. Several of us have remarked on seeing our fairly young children waving to us from a cab, and having no idea where they were coming from, where they were going to, or who they were with – but we laughed and smiled and waved back, and waited to be told about their adventures later, because we felt confident that they were among friends and were perfectly safe. Our kids enjoyed this sense of freedom as well, and we parents have had to remind our kids that once we come back home, they need to resume asking permission to go out, to obey curfew, and to follow all the safety rules necessary in our American society.

I did not expect to be treated like a hero or visiting royalty. In France, or even Germany, if you walk into a store and point to something and speak English, or maybe a word or two of French or German, you may be treated contemptuously. Here, if you walked into a store, pointed to something and held up one or two fingers to indicate quantity, and said even one word of Albanian along with English, everyone rushed to help you. Friends and neighbors who could speak some English would quickly come to the aid of the shopkeepers. Helpful store clerks would punch the price into a calculator and hold it up for you to see the number, since English and Albanian use very different words for numbers, and understanding was difficult if you had to count higher than “3”. Anyone who could speak any English at all would greet us and ask if we were Americans, and beam with pleasure that we had graced their shop. It is not unusual to see Bill Clinton’s picture in a place of prominence in public buildings, since he was the U.S. President who authorized the NATO bombing, and will long be deemed the hero and savior of the Albanian people in Kosova.

I did not expect the juxtaposition of lovely homes and prized possessions kept scrupulously clean, with trash everywhere to be seen in the public places. I did not expect the level of pollution from the open burning of garbage in the middle of the city. I never expected to see “free range” chickens and cows walking openly everywhere in the city. I was startled by seeing horse drawn carts, side by side with late model Mercedes cars and vans, side by side with tractors and bicycles on the same bumpy, pothole filled city streets.

I have also been asked “Why did you go?’ “Did you do any good?” “Was it worth it?” “Did you accomplish what you meant to do?” “Where you able to help people?”, or variations on these themes. These are questions some of us adults asked ourselves while we were there. Most of us went with a real desire to help people. These were people we had some connection to, families of kids we had met and hosted in our own homes, and we knew they had been through a bad time. When we arrived, we did not expect how happy and well adjusted most of these families were. They were showing us their highest level of hospitality, we did not see their needs. We did see the needs in the displaced persons camps, and in the Roma camp, but most places, we went only once. In the Slovene Village camp, we went three times. The first time, everyone was thrilled to see us and the kids were well behaved. We were a novelty and special. The second time, it was more relaxed, but the kids were still fairly well behaved. The evening singing and dancing party was a real highlight. Yet by our third daytime trip, we were no longer a novelty, the kids behaved horribly, and it was clear, to me at least, that we would have to stay in the long term, and develop a complementary program to Liz’s music program, to have any lasting effect.

Some of us adults on the trip expected this to be primarily a working trip, and we felt guilty when the activities were mostly social, or worse, we felt useless when our skills were not needed, and we were not able to help anyone else. Then of course, there is the Midwestern work ethic which compels some of us over extended types to expect to be busy every minute of the day. When I was young, my father used to come home from work and ask us “What have you done to justify your existence today?” Reading a book or visiting with friends was never an acceptable answer. So standing around for an hour and a half waiting for the group to gather to go to the next outing creates tension for some of us beyond what is explainable by our usual need to punch a time clock or record our billable hours.

So – was it worth it? Did we do any good? The longer I am back in the U.S. and back at work, the more emphatically I believe the answer is Yes – absolutely. Ric Smith is fond of saying that they give us more than we give them. At some point I have stopped seeing that as a feel-good saying, and have begun to appreciate its truth. Did we do them any good? Yes. Maybe not due to our own special skills, which they may or may not have needed, but by our very presence. We are Americans, and they are ethnic Albanians in a poor, often forgotten portion of the world, and we cared about them and their needs, and we like them very much as people. Our friendship, our concern, and our presence meant more than any one of us can probably ever appreciate. They understand that none of us, individually, are rich, but we all worked hard to find the resources to visit their homeland. They view us with hope, that we can help them where they need it the most, in providing opportunities for education for their youth.

As for what they did for us, is there anyone who has ever traveled to another country and not come back with a better understanding and appreciation of America? Is there really any greater satisfaction than forming a long term personal relationship with a person or group of people in another country? It was a terrific reminder that the most important thing in life is our relationship with our family and friends; that home is important because it provides all important shelter and serves as an expression of family, beauty and pride. The friendships we formed with the Albanian kids and their families are worth more than any number of English lessons, eye exams or even musical performances. Priceless.

I hope this is not too long. It really is hard to be brief once I get going, and to cull even 18 pictures out of 452 is tough. Every time I go through them, I have to relive the experiences. (NOTE...Photos are in separate message below)

Photos from Niva Baker

Diana in the marketplace in Peje

My favorite scene from Rugova Canyon

“White legs and decorated cast contest”

An old roof in Gjakova

Trash in the main stream running through Gjakova

The four main methods of transportation in Gjaokova

The evidence of war in central Gjaokova

A squatter living on an abandoned military installation in central Gjakova

A little boy in art class at Kolonije

The joy of art

My special friend from Kolonije. She kept pointing to my skin and repeating a word.

Doreen and friends at Kolonije

A scene from the Slovene Village

The floor of the women’s bathroom at Slovene Village (I won’t send the really gross one for public viewing)

The uplifting scenery from Slovene Village

The whole group rehearsing at the ZR school the day of the concert

The whole group warming up before the concert at the ZR School

Ali’s and Arlind’s mothers who hosted my two kids, saying good-bye to the whole group.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Short Movie from Liz

Liz has sent a very short video (three seconds) of the kids in Slovene Village playing...or attempting to It was taken on August 11, 2005.

My husband has posted it to our personal Web site.

You can see the movie via:

NOTE...The movie is in QuickTime format. You will need to have QuickTime installed on your computer to watch the movie. To open, right click on the link above and then click "open" or "open in new window." Be patient, it may take time to download.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

More photos from Anne Olson

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Note from Liz - Muscatine's Lasting Impressions

Excerpts of an e-mail I received from Liz today and a few new photos from Kosovo:

I think you've all heard that you totally inspired our volunteers and they are going to try --for the first time ever in Kosovo, I think--fundraising to help with the funds for next summer. They are going to sell lemonade and bracelets at the outdoor market every Monday, if it's successful. We'll see. But I am extremely proud of them for taking this initiative--it was totally their idea.

They are making 2 styles. I'm also going to buy some Oreos at Bondsteel and they are going to try to sell them in small bags. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm sending a couple of pictures--one is the poster they made for the fundraising effort, and the other two are from the camp--playing baseball and wearing necklaces made from kits left here--all since you left, because you left us such wonderful things to do with them!

Take care--lots of love--Liz

Public Report and MRE Night

On Friday, August 19, 2005, participants in the Muscatine Kosovo Project gathered at Wesley United Methodist Church for public report and performance for the community and for our "MRE Supper." Scores of people attende the public event which included choir performances, a DVD slide show from Anne Olson, a PowerPoint I prepared with the help of Keith Porter, and personal accounts from several participants.

Many thanks to everyone who attended!

Friday, August 19, 2005

Compilation Drawing by Muscatine Youth

In a previous post, Jon Fasanelli-Cawelti mentions a "compilation" drawing made by Muscatine youth participants while in Kosovo. The compilation is actually six separate drawings that take the shape of a person when placed together. Joe Porter, Ben Rivera, Nick Korpi and Katie Korpi helped create this neat drawing.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Drawings from Kosovo

Below are just a few of the more than 300 drawings Jon Fasanelli-Cawelti brought back from the art classes he organized in Kosovo. Jon's comments about all of the artwork are in separate messages below.