Leaving Civilization…
So the long awaited Peace Corps fate has been finally revealed. Where will I be sent for the next two years? The snow-covered mountains of Naryn? How about Osh, the silk road city shrouded in mysteries? Or will it be Talas, the birthplace of Manas? Will I be spending two years basking on the shores of Lake Issyk-Kul?
And…
ISSYK-KUL WINS. The next two years I will be living in a small village in the extreme north-east of Kyrgyzstan, ride next to the Kazakh boarder. A place so far from what the modern world would call civilized that I can’t help but shiver when I think of it. A place encompassed by mountains, nature, grass. A place which is quite out of contact with anywhere I have been before. Yet there is still such a demand for English and Korean language that I cannot help but find myself surprised when students on the street ask me when I am going to start teaching.
A week has passed since I have been here and while I am adapting slowly I think of how this Peace Corps experience contrasts with living in the US or Korea. Two countries where for me all the material goods I could want laid right at my fingertips. Countries in which I would discuss ‘lacking resources’ of developing countries with friends who also would never actually experience the concept of ‘lacking resources’. In Korea where everything is operated 24/7 at any time that I wished I could have had food to eat, drinks to drink, and things to do to satisfy any boredom I might have experienced. Without even realizing it I was living shrouded in luxury.
For two months during training my material standard of living has dropped a bit but it is not comparable to real village life. During training instead of a flush-toilet I used an outhouse. There was no free running water, when the water decided to work it would come out one droplet at a time. And there was unspoken rule that we would bathe once a week. Yes, little luxuries were lost – nothing big. On top of that I was surrounded by many fellow friends and ‘family’ who replaced any loss I would have felt. Of course there was change, but I just didn’t feel it that much. However, upon hearing the news about training being over and all of us going our separate ways I knew that this comfortable routine that I was in during training would be finished.
The ride to Issyk-Kul was an unforgettable one. As we headed on the scenery would suddenly disappear. Mountains would cease to continue. Villages would fade away. Only to find them replaced ten kilometers down the road by similar villages and mountains. And then the sprouting villages would just stop leading into fields which continued to the horizon. As we went further into the countryside the scenery changed again. Out of the dry fields mass, lumpy clouds which touched the sky suddenly appeared. It was so strange, but the clouds were circling around the mountains as if someone was pulling them along.
And then the giant lake appeared…
After the sun set we arrived at our destination. Being surrounded by darkness I couldn’t make out any images, but the bumpy stone road spoke novels about what kind of place I was in. To sum it up, I left what we call civilization. And then I realized, over the next two years my life will be dedicated to the people of this village of which I know none. They will be my group. And now, the only thing I can do is try my best, work hard, and try to fulfill needs of my community the best way I can…
Wish Me Luck!