tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124557519374814702024-02-19T03:46:20.830-05:00Д ж енн і Фер'Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.'
- William James.Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-67330462428546846232009-09-29T16:42:00.006-04:002009-09-29T17:08:43.849-04:00a hole in my heart.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiedxaeZDrhMeI_cuYllPO90O6qAJatZSuaHPwS5xA-l5uQVXqLg1l5k3eSsvv3KLf11UdF5L7T5PNVFS7cGteflYqWk6QkdKTNu5vn_UCkCTH5DdnGjFtnXtHx7LWUi8f-t3ZhejxQeSYh/s1600-h/5691_651852890647_122610538_39270297_5365968_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386994451808771538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiedxaeZDrhMeI_cuYllPO90O6qAJatZSuaHPwS5xA-l5uQVXqLg1l5k3eSsvv3KLf11UdF5L7T5PNVFS7cGteflYqWk6QkdKTNu5vn_UCkCTH5DdnGjFtnXtHx7LWUi8f-t3ZhejxQeSYh/s400/5691_651852890647_122610538_39270297_5365968_n.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="center"><strong>_____________________________________________________________</strong></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJTG_h_blUDIF4Sn7T4pxTxyBT_TuvkhZMVKmaDOFLFgqE_UhGq3DeZReixDSgAqavpp5BPLNslb9CL7JfGEMDxB6ChbVFmAFaBMd4XKbQ8jUp5oM47CLPb7-tz3XwjKGW1Tc3_bbWo1ro/s1600-h/ukraine,+internat+236.JPG"></a> </p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">'You and I will meet again</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">When we're least expecting it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">One day in some far off place</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I will recognize your face</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I won't say <strong>goodbye</strong> my friend,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">For you and I will meet again...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Maybe someday our paths will cross.'</span></div><em></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>-Tom Petty, You and I Will Meet Again. </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>_______________________________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJ86JO55MzYlIWUxEZDWqHD679Hu_-PGSHmLYvsi9k6CQQY2W0xAVZs0ISNZ62pPSe7JfuIbduJn5lL4eDSlcxSp-LRtbRUKkDmOgFPNmhEV42DQ1HKd89nKLHNEJLBWc0w8QjEY61JRi/s1600-h/ukraine,+internat+332.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386993268907390178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJ86JO55MzYlIWUxEZDWqHD679Hu_-PGSHmLYvsi9k6CQQY2W0xAVZs0ISNZ62pPSe7JfuIbduJn5lL4eDSlcxSp-LRtbRUKkDmOgFPNmhEV42DQ1HKd89nKLHNEJLBWc0w8QjEY61JRi/s200/ukraine,+internat+332.JPG" /></a></p>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com157tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-20561761842369816742009-09-21T17:32:00.006-04:002009-09-21T17:42:23.267-04:00100 words or less: since Ukraine.<div align="justify">-</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>Home.</strong> Unpacking. <span style="font-size:130%;">Culture shock</span>. Adjustments. <span style="font-size:180%;">Reunions.</span> Decisions. <em>Really, really big decisions.</em> India. Planning. <strong>Uncertainty.</strong> Packing. <span style="font-size:130%;">Waterloo.</span> Moving. Final semester of my undergrad career (<span style="font-size:85%;">woo</span>!). Questions. <span style="font-size:130%;">More adjustments.</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">Stress.</span> Questions. Lots of 'em. <em>Action.</em> Unpacking... again. Frustrations. <span style="font-size:180%;">Learning.</span> <strong>Reflection.</strong> Classes. <strong>Learning.</strong> Loving. <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Constant reflection, constant education, constant exploration.</strong></span> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><p></p></div>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-54418403339379451222009-08-31T18:49:00.001-04:002009-08-31T20:52:47.472-04:00my Ukrainian home.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AX9aMIZCK2g&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AX9aMIZCK2g&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-64473354511559333552009-08-31T09:20:00.009-04:002009-08-31T09:57:12.833-04:00Alina.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRBBx7gQMuMaJZzeyVsrZ0Bes20xNxAmdSzk6bSJeB8_eVazNLpHmZlZF1xYwcbdFm_6imoM6BHUHq037Kv7M8pnLI5eolkwJioMcxDx3_Kzdycq83biPEkrYmPCB_Nxtcfnx38EFsgHE/s1600-h/ukraine,+internat+314.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376117886952730114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRBBx7gQMuMaJZzeyVsrZ0Bes20xNxAmdSzk6bSJeB8_eVazNLpHmZlZF1xYwcbdFm_6imoM6BHUHq037Kv7M8pnLI5eolkwJioMcxDx3_Kzdycq83biPEkrYmPCB_Nxtcfnx38EFsgHE/s320/ukraine,+internat+314.JPG" /></a><br /><div><strong>Аліна (Alina)</strong> is fourteen years old, and was known to Jessica, Miri, and I as <strong>'little Alina.'</strong> This was simply to differentiate Alina from an older Alina. [The older Alina being the infamous 'Alina Boss,' a well respected figure amongst the Інтeрнат girls and staff, one who was an incredibly huge help to the three of us throughout the summer.] <p></p></div><div></div><div>While going through the Інтeрнат documents in July, we learned that <strong>Alina's parents lost custody of her </strong>several years ago. This 'route' [loss of custody] is shared by several of the girls; many are not actually orphaned. Many simply have parents who are unable to care for their children due to addictions, poverty, or other similar circumstances. <p></p></div><div></div><div>As Alina is fourteen, she is grouped in <strong>the third 'class' of girls</strong>. Favourite activities of Alina (as well as the other girls in her class) include arts and crafts, singing karaoke, enjoying time outside in the courtyard or at the Інтeрнат park, playing badminton, and watching movies and television. This is all in addition to hours upon hours spent listening to music and, of course, <strong>dancing!</strong> <p></p></div><div></div><div>Alina seems to be <strong>an introvert</strong>, as she tends to be in the background of larger group situations. She is hilarious without seeking extra attention, her mannerisms and <strong>quirks </strong>crack me up (for instance, her <strong>nonchalant attitude</strong> towards the bizarre sunglasses we brought). Alina has a matter-of-fact way of being; she is laid back and patient, a positive member of her class.</div><div><p></p></div><div></div>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-8034842100179152712009-08-24T16:35:00.013-04:002009-08-24T17:47:22.947-04:00Консертка!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx4SHuPBDUUMJmlHNg9QUQMWf-oGXbQA3qS3GstEDR5sjCk1y6BuaBxVOIEiORQcVtUsLKszXkVUTcbwdqgfQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyYpAwgwOGKHw74Vq89cyha6pJcvi4pYC-qVa_pDSFwutbIQ5QNrVN4RGWyGpi1GsrXMKgOiEgcsMFhv6qyLw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxUzvAMq3u2PZx8x1GwZgn5pcWEM_lRmiszF_uiQt6T5cjYABMR3kMgyI9Lrxu_4HITl---exfs8OMgSKEpvg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwx2EMxObzyoJRhvfTOsnAXzqHMZLiDz0pgdNoYXu4VwrniCYdhxZIb9g_WotWCfNkPxv10lUxC_8581HeZXQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-34234210906679894062009-08-18T21:48:00.013-04:002009-08-18T22:49:11.149-04:00home sweet home.<div align="left">-</div><div align="left"><enter></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><ul></ul></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><p></p></div><div align="left">Nearly a week has passed since I left Austria, <strong>finally arriving home</strong> to family and friends... and I am still slightly overwhelmed by the fact that I am back to 'real life' in Canada, no longer in my Ukrainian world. Counter-culture shock? Maybe. </div><div align="left"><p> </p></div><div align="left"><ul></ul></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>My body</strong> has finally gotten over the jetlag and various time differences. It was iffy for a few days; it felt like I had a unique time zone, one of my very own... A time zone existing somewhere between <span style="font-size:130%;">Caledonia, Vienna, and Ternopil</span> (all of which seem to be worlds apart). </div><div align="left"><p> </p></div><div align="left"><ul></ul></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong>My taste buds</strong> have been in total shock - Cheerios, chocolate milk, (salt and vinegar) chips... oh my! I polished off three servings of pita bread tonight, to go along with my spinach dip. I have also already enjoyed Momma's homemade waffles, salami, and unlimited ketchup. <span style="font-size:130%;">It's pretty safe to say that at least half of the items on my Official Taste Bud Wish List have been eaten/inhaled.</span></div><div align="left"><p> </p></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><ul></ul></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>My last few days</strong> have been <span style="font-size:130%;">full of reunions</span> with family, friends, and a certain Lagerwerf. I also gained a new cousin, as Elise is no longer a Vos. Welcome to the fam, Joshua! Their wedding was incredible - how often is it that a backyard reception includes a visit from the ice cream truck?! An incredibly fun and beautiful day spent with people I've missed dearly. </div><div align="left"><p> </p></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><ul></ul></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>My travels</strong> have led to <span style="font-size:130%;">adventures in Austria</span> as well as Slovakia (!) since leaving Ukraine. More <span style="font-size:130%;">Wanderlust?</span> Yes, please. (Oh, that nasty travel bug... it's bitten me again! Hrmmm...) Pictures of Vienna, Bratislava, and Salzburg to be posted soon-ish. </div><div align="left"><p> </p></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><ul></ul></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">And now, <strong>my to do list</strong> is <span style="font-size:130%;">a monster.</span> It has (once again) taken on a life of its own, and I can hardly keep track of all of the odds and ends that I need to catch up on in the next few days and weeks. All I can really say is that I have some significantly large decisions to make in terms of my plans and whereabouts for the next few months. </div><div align="left"><p> </p></div><div align="left"><ul></ul></div><div align="left"></div><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbeaJEcQN9bQC2NNAuoaSd2FxQVVU5LPYm6QM2ylI3JKMKAIRzUelcOT8D-mMo-nzxKONFYZO7uVtu5zrlO7Br1ukkKZehUqD8Cgz4qyJq3-fum-oIzRWminnjPTzs7dlFs80xZz966Pj/s1600-h/last+days+of+travel+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371488254778146098" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbeaJEcQN9bQC2NNAuoaSd2FxQVVU5LPYm6QM2ylI3JKMKAIRzUelcOT8D-mMo-nzxKONFYZO7uVtu5zrlO7Br1ukkKZehUqD8Cgz4qyJq3-fum-oIzRWminnjPTzs7dlFs80xZz966Pj/s200/last+days+of+travel+014.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><ul></ul><p></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><em></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">[<strong>Check in again soon...</strong> I plan to post pictures of the Internat concert and final days, my last few days of travelling, in addition to continuing my series of Internat profiles. Thanks all!]</span></em> </p><p align="left"><ul></ul><p></p>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-1284897310765605452009-08-05T15:57:00.006-04:002009-08-06T07:06:56.465-04:00farewells.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5sFedlUyeRCw792al-H14iuNnxueRXUJjhKAgA3L_vyXhsW7FRUncJfMjKJVG4XVBRn9SC79cLi-oYW4hRY_ddyXOxnIcsdj_RiWwHREJJ9R5AtsHzBqjxehHVo3hxvM92IEQi_qURMff/s1600-h/sepia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5sFedlUyeRCw792al-H14iuNnxueRXUJjhKAgA3L_vyXhsW7FRUncJfMjKJVG4XVBRn9SC79cLi-oYW4hRY_ddyXOxnIcsdj_RiWwHREJJ9R5AtsHzBqjxehHVo3hxvM92IEQi_qURMff/s320/sepia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366804496585404114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">"<span style="font-size:180%;">In every community,</span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">there is work to be done.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> In every nation,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">there are wounds to heal.</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"> In every heart,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">there is the power to do it.</span>"</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Marianne Williamson</span><br /></div></div>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-49587441311229430102009-08-02T14:41:00.008-04:002009-08-02T15:16:59.278-04:00sick of Сметана.<div style="text-align: justify;">-<br /><br />I have eaten approximately 76 omelettes since my first breakfast in Ternopil.<br />I have slowly warmed up to strange dishes such as varyneky and borsch, and even gotten used to espresso-sized cups of coffee.<br />I am incredibly grateful to Slava for <span style="font-weight: bold;">the generousity </span>she has showered me with over the last few months, but there are a few foods that aren't viable options in Ukraine.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">What kind of foods, you ask? </span>Look at my latest list for a better understanding of what my taste buds have been missing...<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Смачного!</span> (fyi: the Ukrainian equivalent to 'bon appetit!')<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Jen's Official Taste Bud Wish List<br /></div><br /><ol><li>Bowls upon bowls of Apple Cinnamon Cheerios<br /></li><li>Cereal in general - Alphabits, Rice Krispies, Froot Loops, Honeycomb... it's all good.</li><li>Carly's infamous grilled cheese sandwiches, with a large side of (free) ketchup</li><li>a Large double-double from Timmy Ho's</li><li>minimum 6L of glorious chocolate milk (Ukrainian dairy products do not agree with my body, with the exception of ice cream)</li><li>salt and vinegar chips (of the vast array of unique Ukrainian potato chips... there is nothing that comes close to Miss Vickie's)</li><li>Popsicles</li><li>fish and chips... heavy on the vinegar, please</li><li>a Chocolate Extreme blizzard a la DQ</li><li>Garlic. Bread.</li><li>a Spicy Italian sub from Subway</li><li>popcorn so buttery it could only be found in a movie theater lobby...</li><li>Cheese Capaletti<br /></li><li>SALAMI.</li><li>"Oma" Pancakes, with sprinkles and maple syrup<br /></li><li>mozzarella sticks with marinara sauce</li><li>onion rings</li><li>granola bars (preferably chocolate-dipped)</li><li>hot dogs... yes, that's right. Street meat? Yes, please.</li><li>a Muffaletta sandwich (served fresh from the Black Hole Bistro)</li><li>Rockets</li><li>saltine crackers</li><li>Skim milk... like I said, my body hasn't agreed with Ukrainian dairy. Unfortunately.</li><li>Kraft Dinner</li><li>Anything else that I can load with (complimentary) ketchup.</li><li>freezies (blue, red, or peach)</li><li>my momma's homemade waffles on a Sunday morning</li><li>spinach dip... mmm.</li><li>having a brewski or two with my dad and brothers, sitting on the deck with our dogs after a days work. Not necessarily a taste, but a taste of home that dirt cheap Ukrainian beer just doesn't compare to.<br /></li></ol><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4hNj1jIqjKDAYh6Twm5dXOgRJtB6nUr4Q-_fX0GYWAe0qLVm4BtYm9MukE1ZAmwFOmsIAhWcD_vHq5cliAnUfplgIaIQ_Bp2s-MkUXKPQPbs7huf4Zk-M8HuU3svNZx1e-5fE2T-_bQjl/s1600-h/cereal.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4hNj1jIqjKDAYh6Twm5dXOgRJtB6nUr4Q-_fX0GYWAe0qLVm4BtYm9MukE1ZAmwFOmsIAhWcD_vHq5cliAnUfplgIaIQ_Bp2s-MkUXKPQPbs7huf4Zk-M8HuU3svNZx1e-5fE2T-_bQjl/s320/cereal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365441142810136978" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-48990432728065290732009-07-30T17:02:00.012-04:002009-07-30T18:47:46.641-04:00my Ukrainian Bucket List.-<br /><br />It's close enough to Friday as I write this, meaning that my time in Ternopil is rapidly drawing to a close. <span style="font-size:130%;">I have merely one week left in Ukraine, </span>before Jessica and I fly <span style="font-weight: bold;">out of Lviv and into Vienna. </span>After a few days of exploring Austria, I'll be heading home sweet home - absolutely crazy to think about!<br /><br />There are a million and three things that I would love to accomplish before next Friday, but chances are I'll run out of time (and probably money as well). As I'm a big fan of lists, here is a glimpse at what I am affectionately referring to as my 'Ukrainian Bucket List.' Enjoy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Buy (or make?) an appropriate thank you gift for Slava</span> - something that she will actually use and appreciate, not something that will collect dust in one of the many shellacked wardrobes in this apartment... I am going to recruit Ira for help with this project ASAP.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Two words: Gelato. Mafia. </span>We've been hearing delicious rumours about this little cafe from our tutors since May... our Ternopil experience would be incomplete without a visit.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Visit the family dacha.</span> I need to represent the Vos family well, and prove that I do have a green thumb (even if it's a stretch). If nothing else, it will be a yummy experience - fresh berries and vegetables galore.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Go bowling with Olga and Yevhan.</span> Another thing that we've been meaning to do with our tutors since May. Nothing like the last minute, eh!?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Host an Internat concert. </span>We have rearranged concert plans several times, and will end up having a casual performance and a small party with the girls on Monday. Videos to be posted later, definitely.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Eat an entire "roll" of Морозово.</span> Ukrainian ice cream (otherwise known as 'Морозово') is packed in the same fashion as sausage. <a href="http://jessternopil.blogspot.com/">Jessica</a> and I plan to eat an entire roll of ice cream at some point in the next week (preferably while watching <span style="font-style: italic;">Saved By the Bell </span>or<span style="font-style: italic;"> Flight of the Conchords</span>).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. </span>At least one evening per week, Jessica and I get together to catch up with the gang from Bayside. Zack, Slater, Kelly, Jessie, Lisa, and Screech have been a major part of our lives in Ukraine; it's sad, but we reference these characters as if they are our friends back in Waterloo. The two of us are determined to <span style="font-weight: bold;">finish watching Season Three of </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Saved By the Bell </span>over the course of the next week. (You know your life is rough when this is a task on a to do list...)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. </span>My Opa has a massive collection of license plates from all over Canada, the US, and the rest of the world. I'm pretty positive that I've yet to see any plates from Eastern Europe gracing the walls of the greenhouse barn, which still houses all of his license plates. I've talked to some of my people, who know people... <span style="font-weight: bold;">but I still might have to beg, borrow, or steal a Ukrainian license plate for Opa. </span>Not sure how I'm going to explain it when I go through customs in Lviv. Have I mentioned how intimidating these ex-Soviet guards are? Is anyone else familiar with the term 'KGB...?'<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Finish taking pictures and videos of my Ukrainian life - and somehow organize (and minimize?) the hundreds of photos I've already taken over the last few months</span>. I'm hoping to also copy the Internat documentary that our friend Vera, a journalism student from Kyiv, has put together to show everyone back home. It will also hopefully be used as a great resource for Beyond Borders or anyone interested in future placements.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Finalize my Vienna plans.</span> I've booked a hostel (Mom, it seems safe, no worries) and have a few ideas of what I'd like to see and do in Austria... but am definitely open to any other suggestions from anyone that has visited the area before!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Have an order of Krapka fries, one last time. </span>Given my reputation as a French fry connoisseur, me and my taste buds have ventured into many strange little restaurants in both Ukraine and Poland in search of the perfect fry. Turns out <span style="font-weight: bold;">the ultimate Фрий (fries)</span> were on the menu of our neighbourhood bar, Kрапка. Random fact of the day: in Ukraine, I have to pay for ketchup seperately. It's not free. It's been an issue.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Somehow bid farewell to the people that I have met and grown to love and appreciate here in Ternopil. </span>My Ukrainian 'family' consists of Slava, who has graciously opened up her home and her life to an overwhelmed Canadian kid; her sons, Ihor and Olleg, their wives, Iryna and Tania, her granddaughter Ira, and her sister, niece, and grand-nephew Nazarycik. Other people who have been a huge part of my life here are our friends and tutors, Olga, Yevhen, and Oksana; our translator, Orest; Gayla and Paul, the American missionaries; <a href="http://starfishnadia.wordpress.com/">Jill, another American with a heart of gold;</a> the church community of Calvary Chapel; and The Davids (David Alenga and David 'Kenya'); <a href="http://miris-ukraine-experience.blogspot.com/">Miri - the Third Musketeer and fellow partner in all activities Internat-related; </a>and countless others who have welcomed us here.Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-59837792403730038492009-07-30T13:36:00.009-04:002009-07-30T17:38:58.720-04:00Veka.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xc4UsJBMcmwUf4g5qjSiJ1bMTXoJxrE51jCMy_UzSz2JWU4g76kmz4xgCPumDCRdDqw52Dm4HBuPq_PwHSBlwQ7mA-FWqXc5f5KUHNnz8itZM1UFL3uzxLvp6Wf1K1WUzB9K6PuHIice/s1600-h/veka+drool.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3xc4UsJBMcmwUf4g5qjSiJ1bMTXoJxrE51jCMy_UzSz2JWU4g76kmz4xgCPumDCRdDqw52Dm4HBuPq_PwHSBlwQ7mA-FWqXc5f5KUHNnz8itZM1UFL3uzxLvp6Wf1K1WUzB9K6PuHIice/s320/veka+drool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364308939951144274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Века (Veka)</span> is, like Deanna, grouped with the second-youngest class of girls. She is eleven years old, and is <span style="font-weight: bold;">a big fan of hugs</span>. She knows that despite my tough appearance (right?), I'm actually a softie deep down inside. She caught on to this little known fact quite recently and has been hunting me down for more hugs ever since.<br /><br />Veka is a nickname, as her full name is Veronica. And not surprisingly, there are several Vekas/Veronicas currently living at the Internat (as well as several Yulias, Jannas, Iras, Natalias... the Ukrainian name database seems limited, no?).<br /><br />One of Veka's trademarks is, unfortunately, drool. I like to think of this trademark as simply one aspect of Veka's charm :) She has big, gorgeous brown eyes, lips that would make Angelina jealous, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">an all around sweet persona.</span> Veka is non verbal, and to communicate, we rely on charades. She is not particularly social; she tends to sit alone or hover behind the rest of the girls. <span style="font-weight: bold;">She is shy, </span>but we have seen her begin to progress relationally over the course of the summer.<br /><br />Veka enjoys being outside, whether in the park or sitting in the courtyard. The <span style="font-weight: bold;">animal puppets</span> were a hit with Veka, in addition to the <span style="font-weight: bold;">bubbles</span> Gayla and Jill distributed last week Tuesday.Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-90788630359667611832009-07-29T15:04:00.011-04:002009-07-29T16:47:37.889-04:00Deana.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge52JbiJflncfD52tmEYJTzV_5ML7YeHWxRl-1K_ZBfU_IflaTjPTsZYP8fpEI2BbEumfO4EOXGfg-LrCiB0Pvl2XSfX_PCzXxeXv829FjoCN0vJvsu7dQWam5TqMJkrqSwQSbB6h6jcq9/s1600-h/dejanna.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge52JbiJflncfD52tmEYJTzV_5ML7YeHWxRl-1K_ZBfU_IflaTjPTsZYP8fpEI2BbEumfO4EOXGfg-LrCiB0Pvl2XSfX_PCzXxeXv829FjoCN0vJvsu7dQWam5TqMJkrqSwQSbB6h6jcq9/s320/dejanna.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363963609168654434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Діяна (Deana</span>) will be ten in September, and is part of the second-youngest class of girls. Deana has Down Syndrome, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">her parents often visit her, </span>in addition to taking her on holidays [according to the Internat documents that we viewed a few weeks ago]. The fact that Deana <span style="font-style: italic;">does </span>have parents who haven't officially lost custody of her <span style="font-weight: bold;">and</span> even take the time to visit her is rare. In this way, she is one of the lucky ones at the Internat as <span style="font-weight: bold;">she has somewhat regular contact and exposure to family life. </span>Many girls have been abandoned at birth, are unaware of their parents whereabouts (or even their parents identity!), have experienced the death of one or both parents, etc... the circumstances for each girl are unique (as well as heartwrenching).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Deana has a raspy voice, and she is a fast talker</span>. When I see her, our conversations tend to be abrupt - they sound something like this: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Dobrahdenjennyfuryahksprahvay?" </span>She's got drive and spunk, which is great to see. This gives me some hope - maybe (just maybe) she will not have to live in an institutional setting for the rest of her life.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Deana is always on a mission, always on the go. This is especially true at the Internat park, when a particular swing (The Best Swing... emphasis necessary, as use of this swing can be very competitive) is free. Deana literally bolts over to The Best Swing, and it seems to be her happy place. <span style="font-weight: bold;">She'd swing all day if she could.</span><br /><br />Deana is very social. She has strong motor and communication skills. Besides swinging, she also loves to pick flowers (I was presented with a huge bouquet of daisies yesterday).Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-90371469999357091452009-07-28T16:56:00.011-04:002009-07-28T17:44:15.667-04:00Vera.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKH_dH37tk3mdoIvkOyWvnqOzCRuoA2RLM32yCOEsL2K8DXkl5zsPcwQ-9s_hLb6rW6KoI2OzYK0nYXdej6Jb3j27U7nJILLo-28zztNrd6c9r7bjmgZ_Jd53392HTRpw5RNxg-WGNVbIX/s1600-h/vera.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKH_dH37tk3mdoIvkOyWvnqOzCRuoA2RLM32yCOEsL2K8DXkl5zsPcwQ-9s_hLb6rW6KoI2OzYK0nYXdej6Jb3j27U7nJILLo-28zztNrd6c9r7bjmgZ_Jd53392HTRpw5RNxg-WGNVbIX/s320/vera.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363620493689524354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The last of the malankas (eight girls in total) is six year old <span style="font-weight: bold;">Віра (Vera).</span> Vera is Miri's 'little buddy,' she is also <span style="font-weight: bold;">a little ray of sunshine. </span>The picture above is of Vera in action: she is absolutely full of smiles, always laughing. Once this girl gets going with the giggles, it is tough to calm her down...<br /><br />Vera is one of the most <span style="font-weight: bold;">high functioning</span> malankas. She has strong motor skills, a large vocabulary, and is very talkative. Able to communicate with all three of us in addition to those around her, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vera is inquisitive,</span> full of questions. She seems to know what is going on with the rest of the girls in her group, whether we are in their classroom or playing in the park outside and shares this information with us (though our Ukrainian is of course, limited).<br /><br />We did not see much of Vera for the first two or three weeks of our work at the Internat. According to the documents, both of her parents have passed away, so we are unsure where she was - she appeared out of nowhere (we are generally not provided with updates on the girls' whereabouts if we do not see certain girls for a period of time).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friendly and full of enthusiasm,</span> Vera is content with her environment. She looooves spending time on the teeter totter and hanging upside down on the monkey bars with Znyjana. She prefers the park to the classroom, and is a positive influence with her fellow malankas.Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-47786987897303765362009-07-25T06:09:00.016-04:002009-07-25T07:53:51.058-04:00Merma.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJi5obmCBZfVWszINzrmQl3BOZ1ENxE-zMLS9aSaLVveMk0Qv2g9oi4cXFHnb4zm90B1ud18opc1dzzBvdg0pL1dsHYA7-WFGGu8yaXzPz92SFPYlmi0It5CLIU1vWlFN1jbSKgzYu9n5/s1600-h/P7200752.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJi5obmCBZfVWszINzrmQl3BOZ1ENxE-zMLS9aSaLVveMk0Qv2g9oi4cXFHnb4zm90B1ud18opc1dzzBvdg0pL1dsHYA7-WFGGu8yaXzPz92SFPYlmi0It5CLIU1vWlFN1jbSKgzYu9n5/s320/P7200752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362340451296390370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I affectionately call <span style="font-weight: bold;">Марусія (Maroosia)</span> by a nickname: "Merma." Now, Orest has told me that <span style="font-style: italic;">merma </span>is a Ukrainian word that refers to an old, unattractive woman. I had no idea - this nickname was not meant to be offensive for Maroosia, it is just the result of me asking her what her name was. Her verbal skills are weak, yet she was able to answer quietly, "Merma." And so I refer to Maroosia as Merma, as an innocent term of endearment. <br /><br />One of the eldest girls of the Internat, Merma is 26 years old. <span style="font-weight: bold;">She is a child at heart;</span> her abilities reflect this. She <span style="font-weight: bold;">adores</span> anything that is soft and cuddly, whether it is a stuffed animal or another person. I've often been the target of her bear hugs. I sometimes feel as though I have <span style="font-weight: bold;">a shadow</span>, when Merma is trailing behind me when we are outside in the park or in the courtyard.<br /><br />Merma is taller than me, and I don't think that she realizes how strong she is (for example, the bear hugs - I've been squished as a result of these on several occasions). She tends to scrunch up her face <span style="font-weight: bold;">to express her moods</span>, whether she is happy, sad, excited, or scared. For the most part, Merma is non-verbal. She communicates by various gestures and sounds, and once in a while uses the few words that she does know.<br /><br />Merma is also fascinated by random objects, just as several of the other girls are. Objects may include string, paper, a broken toy, or a scrap of garbage. She was especially ecstatic on our animal theme day, when I gave her <span style="font-weight: bold;">a chicken puppet</span> - her face was priceless. Merma also loves bubbles, holding hands, and her pink tshirt :)Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-59039686897605015612009-07-23T14:45:00.011-04:002009-07-23T15:55:55.589-04:00Vaselena.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wtOwo-LgWtu7Zum4CO_32j-CwlItXwcKgvRikd-ssGQrnwI4yPF2uyP5sVn5zPggan_1kDOHBz522401roJCKppjfAzWzrC-A86yHoVNkXh9Gac0yuXOBACRWWAYaOsiQXE8WALU9cLw/s1600-h/P7200774.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wtOwo-LgWtu7Zum4CO_32j-CwlItXwcKgvRikd-ssGQrnwI4yPF2uyP5sVn5zPggan_1kDOHBz522401roJCKppjfAzWzrC-A86yHoVNkXh9Gac0yuXOBACRWWAYaOsiQXE8WALU9cLw/s320/P7200774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361729740772134962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Васельіна (Vaselena)</span> is fifteen years old, and to be brutally honest, I wasn't all that fond of her at first. I found her antics to be rather obnoxious, and thought that she was acting out on purpose due to a need for attention. I did not want to fan the fire (or as Gayla would say, "Don't feed the dray-gon...").<br /><br />But think about that need - ALL of these girls are in desperate need of attention. I've said it several times before, that because of the way that the Internat is structured, negative attention is <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> attention. <span style="font-weight: bold;">And negative attention is still better than recieving no attention whatsoever. </span>So, let me reintroduce you to Vaselena.<br /><br />At fifteen, Vaselena is grouped with the second class of girls. I have yet to see an angry or upset version of her, as <span style="font-weight: bold;">she is always in the best of moods </span>(sounds impossible, but it's true). She is an intense and energetic girl, and she is LOUD. Vaselena is easily excited, and the smallest things seem to thrill her - for example, painting her face, a hug, stickers, bubbles. Things that may seem insignificant to me are treasures to Vaselena.<br /><br />Vaselena does not have an extensive vocabulary or particularly strong verbal skills, but <span style="font-weight: bold;">she makes up for this by the wide variety of noises that she makes.</span> She tends to be the first person that we hear when we arrive in the morning, and she gives us a royal welcome daily. The three of us thought that the girls would be used to us, maybe even bored of us by now. Nope. Every single morning, we hear a mix of crazy noises and see Vaselena bolting across the park, just about <span style="font-weight: bold;">bowling us over with her hugs</span>.<br /><br />We were able to recognize Vaselena from the pictures taken by previous Beyond Borders alumni. <span style="font-weight: bold;">She has a twinkle in her eyes that never disappears</span>, and a smile that is too big for her face. Her blonde hair is buzzed short, and is all limbs - very tall and lanky. Obviously very <span style="font-weight: bold;">mischievous</span>, Vaselena also is incredibly <span style="font-weight: bold;">affectionate</span> ...to the point where it could be borderline inappropriate. I often scold her, trying to convince her to stop swatting my butt (I appreciate the flattery and all, but really, it's getting old) or to simply let me go.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vaselena has so much energy, she doesn't seem to know what to do with it. </span>It is a shame that there is not more organization or programming at the Internat, where this restlessness could be channeled positively and productively. We have initiated a few different ideas with Irena; the problem is working around The Director (side note: capitalized intentionally... he is very mysterious and also rumoured to be very corrupt. I feel as though I am introducing an evil character in a fairy tale, like Ursula the Sea Witch or the Wicked Step-Mother).<br /><br />Lastly, Vaselena's favourite place appears to be the park on the Internat grounds. <span style="font-weight: bold;">She seems happiest when she is outside</span>, hanging upside down on monkey bars (or anything else, for that matter). She also loves using the swings (another important side note: swing time can be <span style="font-style: italic;">quite </span>competitive - this will be discussed/explained in the future).Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-27044500461853449342009-07-23T10:31:00.005-04:002009-07-23T11:20:30.416-04:00"just dance."<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwKoZKMpoN0zwnud2Rw7XAE4ivho36L4w_FySn_HwSIBDuLrW-xScrVY3NMifsm7QHrhe4pkQiqjvPzSUnPDw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwEsD6a_iaMCgFwOQOwa0MEhuq1vHsK3mVDbfIZyCfmmCjf6kBRIBgOJj726OGGIVTcBYA92RijXpMxAyj_sw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">On a lighter note </span>(in comparison to the latest Інтернат news, at least) - we're still hoping to go ahead with our concert plans, to be held during the first week of August. As <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lady Gaga</span> would say, when times are tough, "Just dance, it'll be okay..."<br /><br />As of this point, we haven't heard whether or not <span style="font-weight: bold;">community visitors</span> will be <span style="font-weight: bold;">allowed</span> to attend. But if worse comes to worse, it will be a great chance for the girls involved to dress up and perform for the staff [as well as the rest of the girls who are not necessarily participating].<br /><br />I managed to get ahold of <span style="font-weight: bold;">some footage of recent dance practices... </span>the choreography <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> supposed to be top secret and all, <span style="font-size:130%;">but</span> I'm posting <span style="font-weight: bold;">a sneak peak</span> for you since you may not be able to fly in to Ternopil for the big day. Enjoy!Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-88881489604343071092009-07-21T15:00:00.016-04:002009-07-22T05:14:22.905-04:00Інтернат emergency.-<br />While we were in Poland, Internat staff discovered that Marina, 23, is five months pregnant. We were told about this 'emergency situation' (their reference to Marina's pregnancy) once we returned to work last Wednesday. Thankfully Orest was with us that day, translating through the chaos... we would have been lost without him amid the confusion.<br /><br />I'm sure some of you (most of you?) might be thinking, How does a girl get pregnant at an isolated, all girls orphanage?!<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'll explain what I can, which isn't actually a whole lot.</span> I encourage you folks at home to <a href="http://jessternopil.blogspot.com/">read Jessica's blog</a>, as she has posted her reactions to this situation and explains it well.<br /><br />There is an Internat for boys that occasionally partners with our girls' Internat. When these boys reach a certain age, they are 'graduated' or transferred to an old age home. The old age home that they move to happens to be around the corner from the Internat for girls. <span style="font-weight: bold;">According to Bogdan, a certain young Casanova named Sascha frequently visits our girls. </span>Sascha has had relationships with several girls; some of these relationships have also resulted in pregnancy. Yet these pregnancies were discovered early on, and were immediately 'taken care of' (read: terminated, aborted).<br /><br />Bogdan has done his best to discourage Sascha from visiting the Internat. But as Sascha is bigger and stronger than Bogdan, he can easily intimidate him, usually pushing him around and by making other threats of violence. There is only so much that Bogdan can do. <span style="font-weight: bold;">The staff of the Internat also need to be held accountable for ensuring a safe and secure environment for every one of the girls who call the Internat home. </span><br /><br />In the past, all girls of a certain age were regularly checked for pregnancy on a monthly basis. As mentioned earlier, if a pregnancy was discovered, an abortion would immediately follow. Marina's pregnancy had not been 'discovered' as these monthly checks have not taken place for the last four months. Others noticed Marina's fuller figure as she worked in one of the gardens recently, and sure enough, Marina is approximately five months along. This is why Internat staff refer to the circumstances as 'The Emergency,' and girls over 12 were made to take pregnancy tests right away.<br /><br />The Internat director has since sent Marina away, to an orphanage in a smaller village. We have been told that this other orphanage is worse off: the conditions are poorer, and the girls there have less resources/support then even our girls do. Marina left the Internat at some point over the weekend; the last day that we saw her was on Friday. Apparently, the director was also upset at how far along Marina's pregnancy is - for it is too late to abort, and he had suggested giving Marina some sort of drug that would kill the baby. (Again, I am just explaining the circumstances going on the limited information that we have been given.)<br /><br />So, it was decided that the best 'solution' for 'The Emergency' was to dismiss Marina. We have also been told that she will have a C-section and will have her tubes tied (I apologize for not knowing the appropriate term here!). I am unsure as to whether they intend to schedule the C-section soon, assuming that the baby will not survive, or if they will allow Marina to carry the baby to term and then place the baby in yet another orphanage. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Either way, Marina does not have a voice in the whole scenario, over her own body, her own child, or her own life. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">This unexpected turn of events has led to a million questions, with very few (if any) answers. </span>We are no longer allowed to take the girls into Ternopil for further excursions, we assume that this is to limit outside contact and to keep a tighter rein on the rest of the girls. We have instead held mini-excursions for small groups of girls within the Internat campus, to make up for the fact that we can no longer visit the city with them. At this point, we are not even sure if we will be allowed to invite our host families, friends, and other community members to the concert we are holding in August.<br /><br />As Jessica writes on her blog, <span style="font-weight: bold;">the three of us are completely, absolutely overwhelmed with this situation, how it has been handled, and the issues that are related. </span><br /><br />We debated posting this story on our blogs, but <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I firmly believe that in order to improve conditions at the Internat we must shed as much light on the circumstances as possible. If we do not share their stories and experiences, they remain hidden and any future change is impossible. Awareness <span style="font-weight: bold;">is </span>something, a step forward, and is at least better than sweeping the ugly bits under a rug</span>.</span><br /><br />I hope that there is truth to what I said to Jess and Miri on Monday, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"The more light that we can shed on the Internat, the more accountablity we hold them [director, staff, etc.] to." </span><br /><br /><a href="http://jessternopil.blogspot.com/"></a>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-23567700654681774242009-07-20T17:57:00.010-04:002009-07-20T18:30:43.202-04:00the latest.-<br />I know it's cliche and all, <span style="font-weight: bold;">but the time in Ternopil has flown by</span>. I honestly can't believe that in about three weeks, I'll be home again. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Readjusting to Canadian life.</span> Reuniting with friends and family. Eating pizza pockets again, and cereal, and spinach dip, and salt and vinegar chips... As much as I love Slava, I'm a little sick of omelettes.<br /><br />Anyways -- I wanted to provide a reallyreallyreally brief update on Ukrainian life, an aside from the recent Internat profiles that I have posted. This week we have begun planning a concert with the girls, and we hope that we'll be allowed to bring in people from the community to watch the performance. We're hoping to make up an audience of our host families, tutors, university contacts, church family, and anyone else that we've managed to <span style="font-weight: bold;">connect</span> with over the last two and a half months.<br /><br />Trying to organize the girls, <span style="font-weight: bold;">maintain their attention</span> (not to mention my own very short attention span!), and choreograph a dance definitely keeps us busy in addition to our regular Internat 'routine' (I use the word routine very, very loosely!). Tomorrow Gayla will be visiting again, accompanied by her friend <a href="http://starfishnadia.wordpress.com/">Jill</a>. Jill is a teacher visiting from the States, and will be here until the beginning of August. It's a relief knowing that there are people besides us who are <span style="font-weight: bold;">consistently supporting the Interna</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">t;</span> definitely a blessing.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ojz6x5yAcMjRUOWBa3TEQvhChY0uLFpGnfrf1C_du3l-nkjL745VVjMjvDlKKHCpXEp9IYXl_910KhQv-j-yWUZ8n4cKLxNHT0bt1IudvCyzgV0WMrvR7glR9ITtszi2OTzBdn2qHr2P/s1600-h/int+b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ojz6x5yAcMjRUOWBa3TEQvhChY0uLFpGnfrf1C_du3l-nkjL745VVjMjvDlKKHCpXEp9IYXl_910KhQv-j-yWUZ8n4cKLxNHT0bt1IudvCyzgV0WMrvR7glR9ITtszi2OTzBdn2qHr2P/s320/int+b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360665381420461298" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Photo credit: </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://jessternopil.blogspot.com/">Jessica Vorsteveld</a>.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">Before we left for Poland, a small celebration had been planned at the Internat by Bogdan. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bogdan is a grandfather figure to all of the girls, and has been a great resource and help for us.</span> He provides keys to the auditorium, rigs up the stereo, takes the girls berry picking, and is generally a positive figure in their life. (Another blessing.) He also plays the accordion, and has recently been hooked on the Hokey Pokey (and makes me sing it constantly). Bogdan's party was a good time, a great midweek boost for the girls as well as ourselves.<br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-34459078871991463972009-07-20T15:02:00.011-04:002009-07-20T16:02:23.133-04:00Nastya.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzB1Kw1ktgmmiD_AaNYokkBdm7zFX-twKLCZPrNDQ4O3_e_ExhZoCW_PWakyzm8ZtObAAg6-csqYmIoUfwYVNhgy5AhRYG3MQ3vDc7nHUTpRdGwl7enbPkfeSh9cKo_Y9poJGFRlibL88/s1600-h/nastya.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzB1Kw1ktgmmiD_AaNYokkBdm7zFX-twKLCZPrNDQ4O3_e_ExhZoCW_PWakyzm8ZtObAAg6-csqYmIoUfwYVNhgy5AhRYG3MQ3vDc7nHUTpRdGwl7enbPkfeSh9cKo_Y9poJGFRlibL88/s320/nastya.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360620684540421138" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Настія (Nastya)</span> is ten years old and is (surprisingly) grouped with the malankas. The thing is, she has clearly outgrown this age group as she is often babysitting the smallest ones (i.e., Olya, Irka). She spends the rest of her time <span style="font-weight:bold;">trying to keep up</span> with the second group of girls. The only reasoning I have seen for considering Nastya a 'malanka' is that she sleeps in the same bedroom. (The 'malanka' bedroom is the largest, and has ten beds in it. The rest of the bedrooms, which the older girls share, only have four beds.)<br /><br />Nastya also functions at a much higher level in comparison to the other malankas. She does not have any obvious delays, disabilities, or handicaps that we know of. She has <span style="font-weight:bold;">excellent communication skills</span> (despite sometimes using her words to aggravate us with a snarky tone!). She is clearly <span style="font-weight:bold;">very bright</span>, but unfortunately, the Internat structure does not offer any formal education or any other outlet to channel this energy. <br /><br />While Nastya doesn't fit with the malankas, she doesn't quite fit in yet with the second (read: next oldest) group of girls either. My guess is that this is because most of the girls in this class are between 11 and 13, and Nastya is a very 'young' ten. She's almost there, but not quite... as if she is hovering between the two groups <span style="font-weight:bold;">until she figures out the best way to fit in</span> with the others. She's just trying to keep up. I think this <span style="font-weight:bold;">aawkwardness</span> explains the split in her behaviours - often she acts out, sassily sticking out her tongue or <span style="font-weight:bold;">mouthing off</span>, generally obnoxious. The rest of the time she behaves more appropriately: happy, energetic (and especially eager to ham it up if she sees a camera). Like all of the girls, Nastya is in dire need of positive attention and someone to nurture her. And because of these circumstances, any attention - even if it is negative - is still considered better than recieving no attention at all. <br /><br />Nastya is tough, maybe from being bounced around between age groups and not having a sense of security. <span style="font-weight:bold;">She has an attitude. She is fiesty. </span>She has become so much friendlier since our first few visits, and enjoys being involved in any sort of activity. Nastya especially loved the picture frame project that we did last week (craft supplies courtesy of my Auntie Cheryl back home, much thanks!).Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-57477977592728919032009-07-19T12:34:00.012-04:002009-07-21T14:55:41.868-04:00Lecia.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10fLT76kv_WQ_XzR9mQXhIcFpX-mzWQti0q78jKUm88a3vrgge9hI6nDmuTIp0a3KeMZbfguhNkYMznZ6zLA-NMgGcxtNKJPMzW5OulGhXY2BW0zvO61zuiQSVWVUoBU8Pz-euf_OUD2z/s1600-h/lecia1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10fLT76kv_WQ_XzR9mQXhIcFpX-mzWQti0q78jKUm88a3vrgge9hI6nDmuTIp0a3KeMZbfguhNkYMznZ6zLA-NMgGcxtNKJPMzW5OulGhXY2BW0zvO61zuiQSVWVUoBU8Pz-euf_OUD2z/s320/lecia1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360213695242536562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />At age 26, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Льесія (Lecia)</span> is one of the eldest girls living at the Internat. She grouped in the seventh (read: oldest) class of girls and is quite independant. She displays a strong <span style="font-weight: bold;">sense of responsibility </span>as she completes routine tasks - which may involve supervising the 'malankas' at naptime, tidying up after lunch, or mopping the hallways.<br /><br />Lecia made quite the impression on us during our first few visits, as she was <span style="font-weight: bold;">one of the most enthusiastic dancers</span> (and always sported her trademark green track suit). Her moods change quickly and drastically, as Lecia can go from upset to calm to mischievous within a span of ten minutes.<br /><br />Lecia's verbal skills are minimal, but her <span style="font-weight: bold;">communication skills</span> are fairly strong considering. Through the combination of the words she does use, the sounds (and grunts) she makes, and her various facial expressions, we are usually able to understand whatever message Lecia is trying to convey. She also has a sly sense of humour, and despite our limited Ukrainian vocabularies, we have been able to joke together (Lecia usually shakes her finger at me when this takes place).<br /><br />For the most part, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lecia seems to be content...</span> especially if we give her a few moments of undivided attention. She roams the Internat hallways in her free time, and once followed us to the bus stop. Lecia will be 'eligible' to live at the Internat until she turns 35, due to recent changes in age policies.Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-74061651768796027002009-07-18T07:06:00.006-04:002009-07-18T08:46:42.861-04:00Inessa.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Cu_RlAGwE17Td2wHI7D2Pp3QntMVvCG0kzJ3hHfgQK7QGaNlbf4Kptg7dKR0eSaJN6vUZTgO0L1MbrwLwDDZaUYnkISNLD3QP4NGXRzKxcj9V48-TopK8hABT20_jJG6EsIJBBdijGEf/s1600-h/inessa.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Cu_RlAGwE17Td2wHI7D2Pp3QntMVvCG0kzJ3hHfgQK7QGaNlbf4Kptg7dKR0eSaJN6vUZTgO0L1MbrwLwDDZaUYnkISNLD3QP4NGXRzKxcj9V48-TopK8hABT20_jJG6EsIJBBdijGEf/s320/inessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359755369077817234" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Інеса (Inessa)</span> is 17 years old, yet looks as though she is only 11 or 12. We have been told that she is the only Jewish girl of the Internat. When we first met Inessa, two things were memorable about her: <br />1) her constantly runny nose (Miri dubbed it 'Niagara Falls'), and 2) her hyper-nervous actions. <span style="font-weight:bold;">She seemed afraid</span> of us no matter how we tried to reach out, no matter how we tried to connect.<br /><br />Several weeks later, Inessa's nose is constantly runny. But now she allows us to clean her face. She is still extremely nervous, always pacing, always breathing heavily and rapidly, and always waving her hands. But now she will accept a hug, and begin to calm down when we rub her back. Overall, her actions are much <span style="font-weight:bold;">less frantic</span>. Best of all, <span style="font-weight:bold;">we get to see her truly light up</span> - her shy smile is absolutely huge. It has been amazing to see her slowly (but surely) become more and more comfortable with us.<br /><br />Inessa seems to be grouped with the girls in the fourth classroom, although that is only my educated guess. She can often be found <span style="font-weight:bold;">pacing the hallways</span> of the Internat, and prefers to be on her own. She is non-verbal, and makes a few simple sounds which tend to accompany excitement. <br /><br />A related anecdote: lately, Inessa has shown signs of <span style="font-weight:bold;">an innocent crush</span> on Orest, and stubbornly stays by his side on the days that he translates for us. Inessa will wait patiently outside a door if Orest disappears into a room - for more than an hour at a time. (It's kind of adorable to witness). Orest has a good rapport with her, and its further proof of how far Inessa has come out of her frightened shell since the early weeks of our work!Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-50250355697827713772009-07-16T14:28:00.010-04:002009-07-16T15:21:57.015-04:00Zoreana.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Ar2ipqKl_byxBGmxPYykzwyjWWHrONEPNRq37LaP3t2xO6SCTLDYcggA3sjEKbrSysTUWHffkwmiUJm9qQ-rDFzkEbLLZZd8ysrKbJ1uvwLyXlOcS40RA2wv8I3VHUVf8B4T57jqc7aK/s1600-h/P6230134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Ar2ipqKl_byxBGmxPYykzwyjWWHrONEPNRq37LaP3t2xO6SCTLDYcggA3sjEKbrSysTUWHffkwmiUJm9qQ-rDFzkEbLLZZd8ysrKbJ1uvwLyXlOcS40RA2wv8I3VHUVf8B4T57jqc7aK/s320/P6230134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359128001239810242" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Зореяна (Zoreana)</span> is seven years old, and has a few <span style="font-weight:bold;">'Dr. Jekyll-Mr. Hyde'</span> qualities. Some days she will be in a fantastic mood, eager to play with anyone and everyone. On other days she takes a turn for the worst - is snappy, mouthy, hitting people as well as spitting on them. With Zoreana, we never know what we're gonna get.<br /><br />It took Zoreana a few days to warm up to us; initially she would not respond to anything we would say or do. She seemed to be oblivious to anything else going on around her, and would sit and stare into nothingness. By now, Zoreana's definitely come out of her shell (has she ever!) but can still be a bit of a space cadet, removing herself between activities and her own world. <br /><br />She is also incredibly <span style="font-weight:bold;">mischievous</span>, often seeking attention. (Keep in mind that at the Internat, <span style="font-weight:bold;">negative attention is still attention,</span> and is better than being ignored.) Zoreana is grouped with the 'malankas', and more often than not seems to be bored. <span style="font-weight:bold;">She is perceptive and smart, but is not stimulated or challenged.</span> The lack of programming at the Internat means that the girls do not have consistent opportunities for growth and/or skill development.Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-18820311628684052382009-07-15T16:54:00.007-04:002009-07-15T17:37:42.933-04:00100 words or less: Krakow edition.<div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Trains.</span> Tylenol. Trams. <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Tourists. </span>Toast (lots of toast). Hocus Pocus Hostel. Unlimited coffee. Nutella. <span style="font-size:130%;">A tram party.</span> Rynek Glowny. <span style="font-size:130%;">Auschwitz-Birkenau. </span>Haunting. <span style="font-style: italic;">History.</span> Florianska Gate. Flamethrowers. Wieliczka (salt mines). <span style="font-size:130%;">Wawel Castle. </span>Walking tours. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kazimierz.</span> Kebabs. Mmm... Kebabs. And panini. And pretzels. Pizza at midnight (the best kind). <span style="font-weight: bold;">Exploration.</span> Cloth Hall. Main Market Square. Dancing. Nightlife. Cafes. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Architecture.</span> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Adventures (so many adventures!). </span>Fellow Canucks. Speed limit debates. Sunday markets. Hostel friendships. <span style="font-size:130%;">Golonka. </span>Nuns. <span>Tons of nuns! </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Nowa Huta.</span> Buses. <span style="font-style: italic;">Borders. </span>Hours and hours, happily wandering. <span style="font-size:130%;">Wanderlust. </span></blockquote></div>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-48355610703435861282009-07-14T12:50:00.006-04:002009-07-15T17:36:54.973-04:00just a few photos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGm4EVjGk4CIoC_4tKhI5vFyjNw-u6jn-4MRUVd7T-SrBql2sWPrJnWnMyuGRN_beceqG4MidIs2HpZtfDW7cocEpyfZqfXk_VaqVYyHvpaB5RqjTiy5YhFcP756vgwID-EGwwB_lBA6F/s1600-h/P7090131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGm4EVjGk4CIoC_4tKhI5vFyjNw-u6jn-4MRUVd7T-SrBql2sWPrJnWnMyuGRN_beceqG4MidIs2HpZtfDW7cocEpyfZqfXk_VaqVYyHvpaB5RqjTiy5YhFcP756vgwID-EGwwB_lBA6F/s320/P7090131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358375772500289458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVh4HCZEMN_Ds3uI6FfwL5UDqxuUcrHe_5eoPaiK9pH0njlWiw9p55Za6tv28OehpSBusIGqazB18rcAzmq6QUeOSCWqMyrxQHcHH5hcX2B20PqakvGV7HzFjpeK01hffU1ERCbkqxQq-t/s1600-h/P7130676.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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We managed to take a few days off from our work at the orphanage, and this journey has already proved to be an all around great 'boost' from our routines in Ternopil. A chance to clear our heads, relax, explore, and escape for just a few days is bliss.<br /><br />Last night we wandered around the main market square, enjoying the street theatre festival and all the characters out and about. One of my favourite things about Krakow this far is the aromas floating out from the little pastry shops that are absolutely everywhere... I have yet to cave in, I'm sure that before today is up I'll cave and snack on delicious Polish donuts. <br />Today will be spent wandering around the city, and tomorrow we have booked tours to the salt mines as well as Auschwitz-Birkenau. Sunday's plan involves free museums and the Wawel Castle, and we hope to return to Ternopil at some point on Monday.<br /><br /><strong>To say that I have been bitten by the travel bug is an understatement...</strong> God's handiwork is found in every nook and cranny, in every new city, in every new acquaintance. Life is beautiful, breathe it in.<br /><br /><strong>Mmm... Wanderlust!</strong>Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512455751937481470.post-60016423978399146882009-07-07T14:00:00.008-04:002009-07-07T14:32:16.745-04:00Irka.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLP3wH9gKCAqKr8k90PQzmKHf2O_1XCT_JQxFKJFvQMlJ9lOGjNm-pWquDSNK4g5YQ0Ui7WeJlWjnVa34nvE4HzscXs7b3PdId3xnuoQnOWvDcQLA_byDIG6jRZZOXuBs3JIXYR9QPj8I/s1600-h/ira.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLP3wH9gKCAqKr8k90PQzmKHf2O_1XCT_JQxFKJFvQMlJ9lOGjNm-pWquDSNK4g5YQ0Ui7WeJlWjnVa34nvE4HzscXs7b3PdId3xnuoQnOWvDcQLA_byDIG6jRZZOXuBs3JIXYR9QPj8I/s320/ira.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355781211875156898" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Іра (Ira)</span> is the truly the littlest girl at the Internat. According to the records, <span style="font-weight:bold;">she is five years old</span>; initially, we had been told that she was only four. The three of us all know her by a different variation of her given name Irena. I know her as <span style="font-style:italic;">Irka</span>, Jessica knows her as <span style="font-style:italic;">Irenka</span>, and Miri may refer to her as <span style="font-style:italic;">Ira</span>. [Side note: for simplicity's sake, as well as the fact that there are several Ira's at the Internat, I'll refer to her as 'Irka' here.]<br /><br />As the youngest (the baby of even the 'malankas'), <span style="font-weight:bold;">Irka is rarely short of attention.</span> A few of the older girls look out for Irka. Ira (15 years old, and one of several Ira's!) often watches her in the malanka room. One of the Yulia's has been playing with her lately at the park (they both love the swings). Nastya is either holding her or scolding her, and I've also seen Alina (aka the infamous 'Alina-Boss') calm Irka down at nap time. Today, some of the girls had even placed her into a crib for their dolls (see? never short of attention!).<br /><br />Irka is non-verbal, but not at all quiet. She has quite the <span style="font-weight:bold;">growl</span>, and it is surprisingly loud, given her petite size. Watch out world, when Irka is frustrated! She's definitely not shy about sharing her emotions. When she is upset, she crosses her legs and then puts her face down to the ground. She tends to rock herself (and growl) at the same time. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Always on the go, Irka is spunky and can be aggressive.</span> She is affectionate, and I'm no stranger to her slobbery 'kisses' - she opens her mouth and digs her chin into my face (or leg, or arm... whatever is closest at the time). This is accompanied by her little fist twisting my nose off, so that I can no longer breathe well enough to wrestle her away.Jen DWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020053249910102477noreply@blogger.com0