Well the weeks are blowing by very quickly. I can’t believe that it is almost the end of September already. Classes are going well. I’m learning so much in regards to grammar, but it will take some time for many concepts to sink in. I wish I could be like Clint Eastwood’s character in the film “Fire Fox,” and “think in Russian.” This one liner from this movie is becoming very relevant to my life. The hardest so far as been verbs for motion. Russian is a very old and rich language, a fact that makes in full of words and sentence structures that a completed for English speakers to wrap their heads around (at least for me). There are 16 different ways to say “to go.” Going by air, by land, by water, by foot, by vehicle, by all these things once, by all these things many times etc. Kill myself… at least in is making sense (ironically from my Grammar teacher, who doesn’t speak English, only Russian and French). I think the days go by quickly because for one the classes and a hour and a half and two I get so tried after a day of 3 or 4 of these classes that I just pass out with return to the dorm. At three years studying (I count two years of High School Russian one year) Russian is paying off and I’m getting it better grammar wise.
As I said to my friends in the dorm, “I only come out of the university and the dorm on Friday and the weekends.” The rest of the time is spent, working on grammar assignments (in-between then, I also go to the market and buy food etc.) I speak Russian much better than I read or write so I need the practice. So, to my friends in the dorm, I’m not bipolar, I promise. This weekend was also long because of several reasons. On Friday night we had a “niva (beer) party” at one of my favorite pubs in the city. It started at 8:30 in the evening and lasting until 2:30 in the morning. We party like pros here, as the beer is good, its cheap and the company is great. I love hanging out with them all, we really do have a great group this year. I’m surprised we didn’t drink the pub dry that night, as the owner nicely asked us to leave as he too wanted to go home. So, we walked a little bit and ate shashlik at a nearby stand. It got very cold at around 3 in the morning so the food was much needed. We then headed back the the dorm and I was thinking that the security wouldn’t let in, as the dorm closes at 11 in the evening, once outside after 11, you’re suck out until 6 in the morning (there is a rumor that this changed last year). Well, to my surprise they did indeed open the doors for us and we all piled into the dorm and walked out to our rooms.
On Saturday, I was in a very happy mod as I was going to see my friend Tanya, I first friend I made at university two years ago. Tanya is what I like to call a “four-foot tall firecracker.” She is honest, straight forward, and is not afraid to let her opinion be known, qualities that I admire about her. She graduated from Pyatigorsk the same year I graduated from Hastings and it was so nice to meet, and caught up in person. We met up a “Pizza Neopolitano” (the local pizza place a block down from the university). I saw her and we both embraced and were so excited to see each other. Tanya said “it was like a dream.” We stayed there from 4 in the afternoon to around 7, talking about old memories and people from two years ago, about the search for jobs, and the like. It was a great moment. Tanya is in the process of getting a job and has applied for several positions. The most frustration thing is that many employers care more about looks than experience (two qualities that Tanya isn’t lacking in). It pains me to see a talented young woman suffer because employers are pricks (excuse that last, its just how upset I’m about it). We took a walk through the city on the way bus stop. I saw her off and walked to the dorm with happy spirits, but it got cold again that night.
After to nights in the cold, on Sunday morning I had the throat cold from hell. I don’t get ill often, but when it does it is like a sucker punch to the gut (in this case my throat). I rested for all of Sunday and Monday to recoup. Now I’m also back on the horse. Today is the first of English Club as well. I’m think we’re going to had a good group this year. Tonight we are going over travel terms in English for the Russian students who will attend, I’m talking about Disney Land as place to travel and see. It should be a lot of fun.
The 24th of September marks the start of Eid al-Adha, or the “Greater Eid (in English the “Feast of Sacrifice”),” commemorates the willingness of Ibrahim to sacrifice his son Ishmael as an act of obedience to Allah- and Allah’s mercy in putting a lamb in Ishmael’s place at the last moment. Muslims believe that the very moment Ibrahim raised the knife, God told him to stop, that he had passed the test, and to replace Ishmael with a sacrificial ram, similar to the Biblical tale of Abraham and his son Isaac. Eid al-Adha also marks the end of Hajj, the annual pilgrimage to Saudi Arabia.
In nations and regions, Eid al-Adha is a public holiday that involves animal sacrifice, prayers and family gatherings. The day begins with morning prayers (alas, there is no mosque in Pyatigorsk, so the people have to pray in doors or in the street), followed by visits to family and friends and the exchange of food and gifts. Muslims are obliged to share foods and money with the poor so that they can take part in the celebrations. I hope to go to the market and purchase some halal products during the time of the hoilday. Two years ago, a got a fresh chicken, so maybe I can find something similar. There is always something better in the taste and quality of halal meat. The process of the blood bring drained with like that of a fresh deer (if any of you have been hunting), though the throat of the animal in question is ceremonially cut.
Here in Pyatigorsk we have a Muslim minority in the city, but in the surrounding regions, especially to the south, the affiliation of the population is 55% or higher to Islam. I love living in a region that so culturally, ethnically, and religiously diverse. On the the State Departments website, the caption of the Caucasus region is highlighted in red, reading “Travel not advisable, extremely dangerous,” etc. I had to say that sometimes I feel safer walking the streets here then in Omaha, imagine that. It’s all fear mongering and propaganda. We fear the most what we don’t understand and in this case what we don’t want to understand. Anywhere I go, I try to assimilate to the local culture, respect their traditions and not “ugly American.” From my experience, most Americans couldn’t live here for a semester, let alone a year (in my case, going on two), because of the culture shock, lack of understanding and the unwillingness to expect anything other then what is “American.” On a side note, I heard of Presidential Candidate Ben Carson’s remarks on Islam. Regardless of context, I thought this as a very foolish statement to make. I had a fellow student ask me into if I “felt that way about Muslims.” I said “of course not,” as “we have freedom of religion in my nation, I right I value very much.” It sad to see how one comment 7,000 miles away and impact a person.
Well that it for the moment, cheers to you all in the States and around the world.