Which continent, exactly?

This blog's title isn't in reference to actual continents (I've now been to four), but is rather drawn from "The Third and Final Continent," a stunning short story by Jhumpa Lahiri, from her collection, The Interpreter of Maladies. In particular, I'm inspired by the following quote that summarizes the attitude I try to carry with me through life and on my travels

I am not the only person to seek his fortune far from home, and certainly I am not the first. Still there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.

I love this. It calls on us to consider the tiny details of our experiences, both one-by-one, and in the aggregate, and to maintain a sense of wonder even about the seemingly mundane things that are the building blocks of our lives, and often, the glue that binds us to our traveling companions.

This blog began as a chronicle of my study abroad experience in Cairo in Spring 2008, and continued last year while volunteering in Geneva, and South Sudan with a wonderful organization, VIDES.

Now in graduate school, I'm returning to the Continent this summer while interning in New Delhi, India.

Please enjoy, inquire, and learn.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

The weight of words

Here's a paradox. . . a picture is worth a thousand words, but words are sometimes not worth that much. . . so what's the real exchange rate for words? 

Case in point . . . Here's a picture with a story about gender here, one that is told on the board in our office as well as in every classroom I set foot in. Our school at last count is 58% boys.  Girls are sometimes kept home to help in the household, or because their school fees are seen as a less worthwhile use of quite limited limited household resources.  I learned when sorting out school handbooks/report cards that the girls who had to repeat a grade were far less likely to return the next year than boys were.   This is the reality. 


Here is another picture, of a shirt I see a man in the village wearing often.  One of the many development slogan t-shirts floating around.  It says (and apologies for the bad picture), "Gender mainstreaming is not a request.  It is a requirement."  I'm still not exactly sure what that means, and am pretty sure that almost no one around here really understands it either, which is to say nothing of those others who can't read English all that well. 

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