Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re not blank. Tell me you’re not nervous, you’re not sly, you’re not chill.
Move away, cross your arms, falter, lean in, touch my knee, roll your eyes.
You hide that much, too.
Your laugh is lilting, your tone is bleak.
Baritone your bark, then throw that stone – watch the other shake her head.
I joked to my friend the other day that I wanted to write a blog post on diversity in Moldova. It would be two sentences long…
All jokes aside, diversity as I’m used to (was used to) thinking about it is not the same in this small Eastern European country. It’s not like walking through New York City or the streets of Paris, where you are confronted with the sights, smells, and sounds of individuals from radically different backgrounds.
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As you enter Chisinau from the south-side highway, you’re diverted to the right. The minibus ascends, not too steep, to “Telecentru,” a landmark characterized by bridges and strange traffic patterns. We volunteers memorized the place last summer – it was the first stop we always made before heading into the capital for our Pre-Service Trainings.
The summer months are movement. My French colleague Rachel, who volunteers at our local rehabilitative center “Fidanjik” 3 days a week, had been fundraising for an excursion for her “babies” – and, now that the sticky weather permits, her outdoor projects are taking off.
Sundry Travels 