Tuesday, June 30, 2009
This has been an interesting week at my internship. For one, we have started to teach the staff english. We have had very intruiging conversations about the internet, identity theft, and internet gaming.
At the internship one issue we've come across is how far too extend politeness. The first day that we were teaching english the staff at little rose bought us cafe sua da because we had mentioned that we liked it. This was a very sweet gesture. Unfortunately, the coffee contained the dreaded crushed ice--the ice that is carted in open trucks in a large block form, the ice we had been warned to avoid like the plague. Yet, it would have been incredibly rude to refuse the drink and would have chipped away at the tenuous bond we were beginning to build with the staff.
This experience has also taught me that incredible gap in communication that can easily occur. For the first few weeks we communicated with the staff at Little Rose entirely through proxies. Because of this, they may have felt somewhat distanced from us and personally insulted. Consequently, they were not overly helpful in having the girls cooperate with us. Yet, now that we are teaching the staff english, we have developed a nice relationship with them. Consequently, they help us gather the attention of the girls and interact with them while we are there.
Secondly, today the staff declared that the girls were going to give us manicures. This felt very uncomfortable to me on several levels. For one, it is in a way child labor, for the girls are under 18. Yet, throughout the trip i have eaten at restaurants with child servers. Another level on which it made me uncomfortable was that, given the language barrier, I was unsure whether or not she truly wanted to give me a manicure to get practice, or whether she simply felt pressured by the staff to do it. I tried to refuse but the girl looked hurt. It also felt like I was playing into certain stereotypes. As I look down at my beautifully painted nails (red with a a tree design) typing on the keyboard I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. This experience has certainly led me to question many of my established notions.
I have to admit that with the balance of spending half the time with the staff and half the time with the girls I feel as if we are finally maximizing our time at the center.
Monday, June 29, 2009
This concept of personal space was most glaring when I went to a roller disco a few days ago. The first time we went the experience wasn't particularly remarkable. What stood out a little bit was the layout of the place, for around the center ring there was a series of concrete slopes that one could go up or down if one had sufficient momentum. I highly doubt these would even begin to pass safety standards in the U.S. The other slightly intruiging thing was that many of the individuals who frequented the roller rink were simply sitting around the edges and smoking. The second time we went to the rink, we made the mistake of going at 8 on a Sunday evening--apparently the most popular time of the week. The rink was absoultely packed. The skaters were extremely good, and because of this attempting all sorts of stunts--skating backwards, doing jumps, even forming large chains that would whip around the egde of the rink at a terrifying speed. Some of these individuals were also smoking while skating. What made this scene all the more terrifying was that the skaters appeared to view it as acceptable to use the others around them for impromtu balance support. Now, all of the people in our group are good enough to stay standing while making our way slowly around the rink. However, we are certainly not stable enough to remain standing when someone either crashes into us or pulls onto our shoulders from behind. In fact, at times it felt like these young skaters were targeting us as the only westerners, for they thought it was amusing to see us fall. Then again, we were going much slower than the others in the group. A final interesting note from this evening was that at one point strobe lights started up and people formed a ring around people who were dancing on a small platform in the center of the stage.
Yet, what is the best way to commemorate these events? How was this any different than the way we choose to commemorate events in the U.S.? Was it just the foreign setting that got to us? It was very odd to walk through the rubber plant jungle and realize that this was truly one of the places where the Vietnam war happened.
One final part of the trip that was surprising to me was that there was a three year old or so Vietnamese girl who was posing for a picture with a giant machine gun. Her mom was taking this picture.This was entirely shocking to my western ideologies. Yet, I believe this may once again point to the concept that childhood is not nearly as distinct of a time period in Vietnamese culture as it is in Western culture.
My roommate made a good point about our presence at the center. She said that the girls are hesitant to interact with us because it is common for foreigners to come for a brief time, do very little, and leave. This led me to begin to question the validity of our service there. Previously, I had considered the possibility that our presence there would not be entirely helpful. However, this led me to question whether or not our presence could be harmful. To develop a relationship and then leave after a short time could be harmful. Furthermore, since we are there for such a short amount of time, we might see something that we think should change, change it, and then find that in fact it is a harmful change.
This issue of change has been very much on my mind. I was hoping to make some kind of change to the psychological care. However, though I might be able to offer the assessment tools, without having any treatment solution, I simply might be making the situation work. Also, coming in and questioning the manner in which they conduct their care would show an incredible amount of hubris. Before even beginning to try and make a change, I would have to spend awhile carefully assessing the manner in which the care is conducted. I found out today that there are social workers at the center. However, it is unclear how much training they have. Perhaps this experience is also teaching me that sometimes you have to be realistic about how much can get done in a limited amount of time. Yet, this will be a valuable experience if it gives me a better sense of how I could work to make such changes in the future.
In interacting with the girls, we have found that slowly but surely we can keep their interests with certain activities. For one, they enjoy learning songs in english. We have also taken pictures of them, printed them out, and then let them decorate frames. This is something special for them, for they rarely have pictures to remember their time at the shelter. This is especially true for the girl who is leaving the center at the end of the month.
In inquiring further about what we can do to help, we discovered that the staff wanted to practice english. This was a bit surprising to us, for we had been using our vietnamese roommates as intermidiaries to communicate with the staff this whole time. We found today that they actually speak rather impressive english. Hopefully practicing english with them will help build their confidence to better communicate with outsiders who may be able to help give funding or volunteer at the center in the future.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
One thing that intruiged me at the shelter is the way in which the girls structure their games. Many of their games are similar to our own but with a small twist. One particularly intruiging element is how they distinguish between the winners and the losers. In the U.S. we have been raised to praise excellence and direct the focus towards the winner. In contrast, in Vietnam there is an emphasis on the relationship between the winner and the loser--perhaps this relates to the enhanced focus on group relationships that exists in many asian countries. In the shelter, the winner gets to essentially punish the losers. This punishment generally comes in the form of shame, in that the losers are directed by the winner to perform actions that would make them appear a bit ridiculous i.e. holding your ears and doing squats (i didn't mind because it gave me a chance to get a bit of exercise) or having to use your body to draw the various accent symbols that the winner will call out. Of course this precendent could be more specific to the girls at the shelter, but individuals at another shelter have also witnessed a similar incident.
Another challenging thing about daily life here is what to do about child beggars. These beggars are everywhere and are rather aggressive. Many of them have realized that it is profitable to know a few words in english such as "you want to buy?" or"bad man" in order to better approach foreigners. These child beggars are often selling random goods such as feathers or roses. The hardest sight for me so far has been a three year old boy selling lottery tickets. It is very hard to know how to react to these children. Many of our Vietnamese roommates refuse to give these individuals money, for they say that this supports the system of child begging and the money is going to the parents rather than the child. Thus this approach would involve simply ignoring the children, for if they sense hesitation they will continue to approach you and will often resort to tapping you. Yet, 18,000 dong would be equivalent to one dollar and would buy the child a meal. It is hard to justify not giving the child money when there is such a gap between the value. This has been the topic of much debate and moral uncertainty among the Duke students.
A final random thought is the role of outsiders in Vietnam. There are some tourists in Vietnam. However, a lot of them are from Australia, for there is a developing relationship between the two countries. Tourists are uncommon enough that at this point when I see a white person I often stare at them and wonder what they are doing in Vietnam. I suppose this reflects the degree of my integration to a certain extent. I have found that I do stick out a bit as a white person. This is more prevalent when I go to my internship, for it is located in a more remote part of the city where few tourists venture. The attention I get tends to be in stares or often in random english phrases being yelled from cars and motor bikes ("hihihihi" or "1,2,3"). That being said in other parts of the city you can find tourists and expats. However, there are many expats here who do not set the most positive example of western civilization. It is also extremely rare to see families of tourist. Furthermore, the tourists tend to cluster in certain areas. The other night we had indian food in what turned out to be the "backpackers area." I was shocked to see so many white people! It does seem a bit of a shame to me to come visit another country and then insulate yourself in a less than authentic part of the city and surround yourself with other tourists. Yet, I can understand that expats may sometimes become homesick and wish to talk with others in the same situation.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Dalat itself is one of the most interesting areas I have been to in Vietnam so far. The town was used by the french as a resort town. It was chosen because the climate is much more mild--a fact that became clear when our bus arrived there at 4 am (2 hours earlier than predicted...I don't quite want to imagine how the duration of the trip was shortened). The french even built a mini iffel tower in the form of a radio tower like structure with a flag at the top. It is a clearly visible landmark in all the areas of the town--a striking sight against the backdrop of the hills.
The town itself is a tourist attraction. Yet it is aimed more at Vietnamese tourists, for it is considered the honeymoon spot of Vietnam. This reputation becomes clear given the popular available activities: a mellow swanboat ride on the river, a visit to the valley of love, or a slightly harrowing yet beautiful two-seated bicycle ride arond the river. The town is filled with perfectly constructed and somewhat over the top tourism. For example, guests can take a cable car ride boasting spectacular views which will take you to a pagoda where you can pose for pictures with a monk who is practicing in one of the many buildings. We also visited the "crazy house" which is a b & b like venue that appears to be somewhat modeled after Alice in Wonderland and features many bizarre rooms with unusual statues (such as a giant kangaroo) as well as artistic mirrors placed above beds.
While we were in Da Lat we went to the house of one of our vietnamese roommates's uncle. The home was essentially in a gated community. The home was in a newly built housing development and had spectacular views of the surrounding mountains. Yet, once again the juxtaposition that is Vietnam surfaced--as you look out to the hills just below this raised housing complex you can see the metallic and not fully patched roofs on the houses of the farmers who work the fields below.
We also were able to attend the uncle's birthday dinner. It was a lavish affair involving many courses and food imported from Hue, another town in central vietnam. During this meal, I ate the most I had in a long time, for I was told that we had to show respect to the family by finishing all of the food. The meal also involved much alcohol, including what I later learned was a mix of rhinocorous horn and smirnoff vodka. Apparently such a drink is known to enhance strength. Throughout dinner you could hear the familiar sounds of "mot hi ba yo" (one two three cheers) as the family members all toasted to the health of the uncle. The evening was framed by two events familiar to western sensibilities-the singing of happy birthday in english (a very popular song that is even played quite frequently in the most popular bars in Vietnam) as well as birthday cake at the end of the meal (a cake decorated with the zodiac symbols).
On a final note I was once again amazed by how small this world can seem at times, if you'll pardon the cliche. At the dinner we met the owner of the newly built housing complex. This man had gone and made is fortune in the U.S. and had returned home. Conincidently, his daughter had just graduated from Duke two years ago.
Friday, June 19, 2009
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Molly and I have had some interesting experiences at our internship. We are working at the little rose shelter. It is very different from any equivalent shelter in the U.S. The shelter aims to provide a home for girls who are either at risk for sexual abuse, victims of sexual abuse, or victims of human trafficking. The girls range from ages 12-18 and appear to be from all walks of life. The center itself is located in District 7, an area nearer to the edge of the city that is known for prostitution. The center itself is tucked in an narrow ally that contains small stores (such as a small gaming cafe) as well as smaller homes.
One concept at the center that is difficult for the western sensibilities is that these girls are receiving education, yet they are also receiving vocational training. For example, one girl is living in the center and training to become a bartender. The center is also equipped with a sewing room as well as a "beauty salon" room where the girls learn to paint nails, fix hair, etc. In some ways, one might wish that these girls could be encouraged to strive to reach a higher level of education. Yet, perhaps it is a more realistic strategy to give these girls profitable skills that can keep them from having to turn to prostitution. These are the kinds of debates that require us to reexamine our philosophies as well as the concepts that have been ingrained in us from having grown up in the U.S. The girls at the center are also extremely self-sufficient. They do most of the cooking and the cleaning at the center.
Molly and I are working to create an updated website for the center. This is proving somewhat more difficult than expected, for there are many levels of bureaucracy. that we are unfamiliar with, especially given that the bureaucracy of Vietnam is very different from that of Vietnam. At the moment we are trying to determine basic details such as how the center is funded as well as which organizations help oversee the center. Hopefully as we become more familiar with the center we will be able to create a website which will provide a forum in which people can learn about and donate to the center.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
We have landed and started our first day. The journey here was long but interesting. As we traveled I noted some of the ways in which the airline attempted to ease our transition into a new country. Food was one crucial way to do this. Our first meal consisted of a choice of a more typically asian dish--terriayke or a classic american dish--meat loaf. Our next meal was "chinese noodles in a bowl."
Another interesting travel note--Vietnam and China both appear to still be concerned about the risk of swine flu. We flew through Hong Kong. In both locations many individuals were wearing masks and health declaration forms were required.
Our first full day in Vietnam begun with a traditional breakfast of pho. We have spent most of our day beginning to explore the city. It is such an interesting mix of diverse elements--very much a city of contrasts. In one distric there are upscale stores such as Coach, while just a street over there are buildings that have seen better days. Furthermore, their is quite the mix of tradition and modernity--Vietnamese women wear traditional hats yet also wear jeans. One of the biggest adjustments so far has been to the traffic. There are traffic lights, yet these seem to be more of a guidline than a rule. The common strategy for crossing a street appears to be to walk forward with confidence when there is a bit of a lull, or simply walk forward and trust that the traffic will avoid you. The drivers are highly skilled at avoiding pedestrians. Most people appear to drive motor bikes, often with up to three people on one bike.
This afternoon most of the group is finding out more about their service placements. I will find out about mine tomorrow.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Chào ahn!. My name is Kendra and I’m a rising junior. I am majoring in psychology and French as well as pursuing a certificate in human development. With this I hope to someday become a cross-cultural psychologist. Enter my interest in engaging across cultures.
In just over two days I will board a plane which will take me on a 20-some hour journey that will eventually lead me to Vietnam. As the time has drawn closer to departure, the emails between my group members have grown from a trickle to a flurry. As we prepare to leave, the queries have shifted from largely philosophical in nature to the minute pragmatic details necessary to prepare for a trip. Packing can be an important way to process before a trip––to organize your thoughts and expectations as you organize the possessions that will keep you company during your trip. This process is filled with elusive questions such as “to pack it or not to pack it.” Will you truly need that second long sleeve shirt in case the first, which you might not even wear given the blissfully breezy temperature range of 80-85 degrees, has a tragic encounter with a precarious glass of punch?
What might we be doing on this DukeEngage project you ask? Well, over the course of this blog I hope to inform you of this, hopefully in not particularly painful detail. But now for a bare bones overview: 7 other Duke students and I will be spending 9 weeks in Vietnam. The first five or so weeks will be spent in Ho Chi Minh City, more commonly referred to as Saigon, a city in the Southern region of the country. During this time each of us will engage in internships in three different tracks: the environment, children’s issues, and ESL. I will be participating in the children’s issues portion. As of now, I believe that the internship will be at a shelter for sexually abused girl. However, I’ve been told that things in Vietnam are often fluid, and that I should prepare myself for the possibility of an entirely unexpected project. The final portion of our project will take place in Ben Tre province, in the Mekong delta, and we will be renovating schools and running camps for local children.
As we prepare for departure, many questions swirl in our heads. Some of these questions are specific to the project while others are age old questions all volunteers as well as travelers to other countries ask themselves. Yet, one thing is certain. We will not be the same people after these 9 weeks. Some may change in big ways while others in more subtle ways. Regardless, each one of us will in someway be forced to examine ourselves, our own culture, Vietnamese culture, as well as our larger world-views.
Through this blog I hope you can follow our adventures and get a sense of what life is like on a day-to-day basis. This blog will give you a chance to hear the voices of the others in the group as well as access more detailed entries. If you wish to read blogs from other DukeEngagers go to http://dukeengage.duke.edu/blogs. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and decide whether or not to pack that second long-sleeve shirt.