We Got a Washing Machine!

One time, the four of us camp directors were waiting on a rutiera in Bălți (the second largest city in Moldova, in the north). It is not uncommon for beggers, often little girls, to come on the rutiera and ask for money. We were in the back row, and one girl came up and just stood in front of us for like 5 minutes, which is like an eternity. Finally I gave her two 1 leu bills in the hopes that she would go away. She backed up a bit and pulled out a huge wad of money and started flashing it around! So my colleague turns to me and says, ‘sucker!’ We all kind of chuckeled and said, ya, I’m a sucka! Then the girl looks and me and goes, ‘sucka sucka sucka!,’ laughs, and dashes off the rutiera! Nice.

Summer is here, things are really starting to grow, and I’m starting to realize just how ignorant I am about agriculture, and where my food comes from. I have no idea what fruits and vegetables look like when they are planted, and I feel stupid that I have to ask. ‘Duh Kate, those are carrots!’ Of course. And the trees! I didn’t know that peach trees have beautiful pink blossoms! Now that my host mom is working abroad with her husband (they have both been in the Czech Republic since the beginning of May), it is just me and my sister at home, taking care of the garden and the land on the outskirts of the village, so I’ve gotten my hands dirty once or twice. The first time I had to be told which were the weeds and which are the parsley. We Americans just buy everything at the supermarket and don’t even stop to think or question where our food came from. Now I can at least say that I know a little bit.

I love that I can just walk out my door and pick cherries off the tree or strawberries from the bushes. I had a great evening strolling around my partner’s huge garden with her daughter, stopping at every tree and just eating fruit until my belly was about to burst. I ate cherries (I climbed up in the tree to reach the best ones!), sour cherries, raspberries, strawberries, currants, and some weird yellow berry that I can’t even describe. It was glorious. Oh, and I ate peas and liked them!!! Picked ‘em right out of the pods that had been given to me by a neighbor as I was passing by on my way to work one day.

I also had a fabulous day harvesting honey at the bee lady’s house. (She’s also the one I helped with the sheep project back in February.) I walked over to her village with the crocheting and music teacher (who is always good for laughs), and together with the bee lady’s husband and two sons, we spun out about 140 frames of honey. The six of us were crammed in one little hot shed, working hard all afternoon, sweaty and sticky, but the end result was a huuuuge barrel of honey. And then of course we sat down and ate it with sheep cheese and homemade wine. Moldova rocks sometimes. But then I started talked to the grandpa, and we were discussing how no one can make a decent wage, and all of the young people are leaving, and then he started to cry! He said it just isn’t fair that he worked hard his whole life and is 80 years old and still has to look for extra sources of income because he can’t live off of his pension (not to mention the only option for saving for retirement is putting cash under the matress). And that his grandchildren can’t find well-paying jobs here and everyone’s families are torn apart because people leave and leave their children behind. Seeing this man cry was one of the most heart-wrenching moments I’ve experienced so far in Moldova. Something definitely needs to change here.

As far as my work is concerned, things are picking up. My partners and I have several ideas for big projects we would like to start working on. All the volunteers and their partners went to a 3-day project design and management workshop put on by Peace Corps back in May, so we have a better idea of how to approach things. My English kids want to continue through the summer, but less frequently. I’m working with the kindergarten still, to get them much needed education games and toys for physcial activity. I’d like to put together some kind of financial planning/cost benefit anaylsis seminar to address the problem that people never look farther ahead than the next 9 months or so. Also, a woman in the community (the bee lady) wants to teach an optional class in beekeeping at the school, and I might join her to teach business skills, kind of like a Junior Achievement course. And one of my two partners is the director of the regional rest camp, located right across the street from our village, so I’ve been called over to attend opening ceremonies, judge beauty pageants, and teach the kids American games. The first week she tells me, ‘it would be nice if you can come tomorrow to teach the kids some games.’ I said, ‘ok, what time?’ She says, ‘5:00. You have a stage, 250 kids ages 8 to 18, and one hour.’ I was like, oh geez, how in the heck do I plan for that? Luckily I was able to call in my trusty fellow volunteer from Soroca, and we did a bunch of relay race games (bat spin anyone?!).

Things are really getting going for our women’s camp. Lucky for me, the location was changed to Soroca, so it’s convenient. But that means I have to keep going to there to meet with the camp director, bring supplies, draw maps, scout out bus schedules, etc. We’ve also been very busy dealing with a minor budget crisis, due to the location change (the new place is more expensive), which also increased transportation costs since it’s farther away from the center (not to mention rising gas prices). And the dollar lost 8% since we submitted our grants two months ago (the grants were dollar-denominated, and we receive the money this week at the current exchange rate). Luckily we were able to come up with last minute donations, and the camp will go on! So many of my nights and weekends have been occupied with planning for this camp over the last 4 months, so it better be good!

So a few more notes about the rutieras. It’s really a love/hate relationship. The other day I went to Bălți, to do some shopping for our camp. It’s about an hour and a half rutiera ride away, but I clearly got on the rutiera from h-e-double-hockey-sticks. Since I hopped on in my village instead of the beginning of the route in Soroca, I had to stand. Usually this isn’t a problem because seats will open up as people get off in villages along the way. Unfortunately, hardly anyone got off, and more people kept getting on. And people have no regard for others whatsoever. No one moves back to make room, people who are sitting leave their huge bags in the aisles, people stop to smoke and then squish back in right next to me, there’s a bag with dead chickens in it, etc. My body was contorted at a weird angle to support myself among the throng of people. I wanted to throw-up from the jerkiness of the driving because of the severely pot-holed roads, and I wanted to pass out from the heat. And they yell if you open in the window for some air because the current will make everyone sick. No, actually that is precious airflow that will stop you from dying of heat exhaustion. I won’t even start on the smell...

But why I love the rutieras is this – it also doubles as a super express postal service! Yes, you can stop a rutiera, hand him a package, and for a small fee (50 cents - $2, depending on the package, obscureness of the drop-off location, and your negotiating skills) he will deliver it for you within the next few hours! As long as the package’s destination is along his route, it’s pretty much a sure deal. It’s remarkable. I once was in Ungheni, a city near the Romanian border, and my friend’s host mom says, ‘go to the bus station and wait for the 6:45 from Chișinău. The drivers name is Vlad.’ Sure enough, when the rutiera arrived, Vlad gave us a plastic bag with a little girl’s bathing suit in it. My friend’s host mom’s niece (got that?) had forgotten it in Chișinău, and she was due at rest camp the next morning. So now this past weekend, it came to be that I had 5 purple and orange nerf-floating-noodle thingies in my possession which were urgently needed by a group of volunteers in Chișinău the next day (no, you cannot buy nerf-floating-noodle thingies in Moldova). Well, it would require 6 hours and $13 if I were to bring them there myself, so I decided it was time for me to test out this system. I stood out on the side of the road at 5.45 the next morning, holding a bag of flourescent-colored nerf-floating-noodle thingies, waiting to hail the next rutiera to chisinau (all of the inter-city rutieras have signs in the front window listing the beginning and ending points, which often I can’t read until the rutiera is almost passing me by so then I quickly jutt out my hand to signal them to stop and they come screeching to a halt and then the driver glares at me or curses me under his breath in Russian). The 6:00 Soroca - Chișinău approaches, I signal him to stop (giving him an ample amount of time), give him my nicest ‘could you pretty please take these to the north bus station in Chișinău?,’ hand him 10 lei, and he takes them without even batting an eye and shoves them under his seat. Three hours later, a volunteer calls me to say she had made the pick-up. Success!

The four of us camp directors now have a favorite taxi-driver in Chișinău. We’ve been staying a lot in an apartment (the one from the ‘hahaha, nyet’ story) that requires a taxi ride from the center. We now always call this driver because he will go out of his way to bring us through the McDonalds drive-through to get McFlurries on our way to the apartment at 11:00 at night.

I went to a mass exorcism and slept in a monk’s bed. Just throwin' that out there.

And the last thing, there is now a washing machine in my house! I have gotten used to almost everything here that we would consider uncomfortable back home (I actually like holes better than toilets now), but I really had begun to loathe hand-washing my clothes. I don’t care that we don’t have a dryer, I just need something to wash, rinse, and wring out my clothes better than I can. I used the machine for the first time this week, and it was glorious! I’m telling you: appreciate your washing machines! Yes, try to buy one that uses less water and energy, and so on, but really, a washing machine is a good thing!