Tragedy in Morocco, Displacement for the Night in Rabat

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There cannot be a post to this site without the full acknowledgment of the lives, families, and homes lost, the people of Morocco who have been displaced, and those in mourning. The continued support from the community of this country has been astonishing to observe. Morocco is truly unique in their culture, one full of amiable people and an attentive, genial nature. These characteristics are nothing but amplified in the wake of the earthquake that has recently struck the Southern half of the country, approximately 44 miles southwest of Marrakesh.

I happened to be with my homestay when we felt the initial shock, ironically the first night I and other students had met and settled in with those same families. The room shook, and some pictures fell, however, overall the structural integrity of the homes in the Medina (a community center in the middle of Rabat) remained intact. Aside from some nervous glances and steadying movements, my new family handled the event with ease, even turning the TV back on afterward in an effort to relax. It was not until a few minutes later the decision was made that the safest space may be outside, in the case of aftershocks or an unseen collapse. That was when the effects of the earthquake truly set in.

The layout of a Medina is important to mention here. It doubles both as a neighborhood and shopping center. Your neighbors in the Medina are not across the street or in your cul-de-sac of two-story homes typical in American suburbia. They are above and below you, where the buildings are built high and vertical and the windows are as tall as the top floor to avoid others walking past and seeing inside. A slight architectural nod to the more conserved nature of Middle Eastern culture. In this multi-block neighborhood enclosed by tall walls that have remained standing since the 17th century, every family knows the next. As I walk with my homestay mother on the first day she says hello to almost everyone on her street, she knows every shopkeeper and cafe owner. To her this is not a tourist destination but her home and multifaceted economy, which she and her neighbors contribute to daily.

We exit our home with others on our street, my new neighbor, Malak, a nine-year-old girl whose English exceeds not only my Arabic but French as well quickly grabs my hand to rush us out of the Medina. Malak is not scared herself but for me; almost as instantaneously as my hand is in hers I am moved to tears by this simple act of courage and selflessness. Malak asks me if I am alright and I return the favor as we exit, only to be met outside by even more people. The entirety of the Medina has gone outside. I look to my left and see a group of women who have set up chairs and are casually chatting in a circle, to my right a man is parading around with Moroccan tea, offering a cup to whoever will have one, occasionally sitting and talking with his customers. Children play games and cardboard mats or rugs are handed out for those who wish to sleep. We were fortunate enough to be far away from the epicenter of the earthquake, but families in Rabat have loved ones who were much closer. After a few hours of sitting outside, when news reaches our city of those who have passed on, you can hear the occasional wailing and sobbing of a woman who has lost a family member. Her neighbors surround her, hugging and wrapping themselves around the one in pain, not at all suffocating, in contrast, it appears they wish to take on some of the pain, some of the loss, in whatever way possible. In all the chaos and fear this community has a characteristic of strength that seems unwavering.

Yes, the culture shock of being somewhere new can be overwhelming, but in that initial experience, there is an opportunity to divulge those emotions and transform them, to find a purpose and contribute to a community that is unlike any I have seen in the United States. I saw that opportunity while sitting with Malak and braiding her hair, how small my challenges seemed in comparison to the challenges these families may face in the coming days. I hope to continue to take those emotions and fears surrounding the unknown and channel them into something new in this unwavering community, to learn from their strength and show my respect in whatever way possible.

More updates and hopefully some in-person community aid to come!

Becoming a CzechMate

As I was getting prepared for my semester abroad, I definitely felt the constraints of time closing in. My anxieties the weeks prior were masked with excitement, but now that I am here the excitement outweighs my worries. This is my first trip overseas, and an experience I was unsure I would be able to have during my time at the University of Denver. My personal medical history with cancer scared my family about my decision to leave the United States by myself, but it also is allowing me to not be scared of interning at a Children’s Hospice, Dum Pro Julie, in the Czech Republic. 

Emails were coming in everyday reminding me that there were only a handful of more days before I start classes at Masaryk University in Brno, Czech Republic.  My personal prep had included a week full of different doctors appointments, meetings to discuss my internship in Brno and registration for classes, while squeezing in any moments with family and friends I could get. Between spending my summer in Denver and visiting my hometown of El Paso, Texas, I think I was able to tell everyone important to me about the adventure I was about to partake in, and recieved the affirmations I needed from others to be confident about this program.

Other students from the U.S reached out in group chats, which has been a godsend for planning and feeling more secure around my general anxiety.  Some of the girls have been extremely helpful with packing and travel reservations. As previously mentioned, this is my first time crossing the ocean. I was never taught how to pack for a trip like this, nor given a list that provided a general idea. I was confused and beginning to panic but messaging others was truly all I needed to do for some clarity. Except I did still forgot to bring a EU plug adapter, luckily everyone was so kind and willing to lend a charge until I went to buy my own in the City Center. When I was struggling with buying my train ticket from Vienna to Brno, I found out one of the girls in the group was landing around the same time as me. She told me she also was feeling anxious about traveling alone, so I’m thankful that for the last leg of our journey to Brno we had each other. Upon my arrival in Vienna, I was unlucky and experienced some nausea, which had my new travel buddy a little worried, but she helped me out so much. Everyone I have met so far has been sweet, social and overall excited to be here so it’s already becoming comforting to be here. 

Orientation Day 1 @ MUNI in Brno, Czech Republic

It is intersting to be learning a languge I didn’t think I would have ever have much interaction with, especially while planning to be an intern for an orgnaization that only speaks Czech. I started with a daily Duolingo lesson in Czech prior to coming, and I will be taking a Colorful Czech course while attending MUNI. We are required to take a survival Czech class during our orientation week, which feels necessary because the stores and restraunts I’ve gone into so far definently have raised an eyebrow when they hear the American accent only speaking English. Hopefully over the next four months I’ll catch on to the language or at least remember important phrases. Maybe I’ll even pick up on some Polish, as my roommate is from northern Poland.