2013-02-21
Back in America…
I am excited about waking up tomorrow. At precisely some time – I am not sure which time exactly – the coffee maker will turn itself on and begin to brew coffee. The smell will waft from the kitchen, through the TV room, under my door and directly into my nostrils. It will likely shape whatever dream I am having at the moment. I will probably order a cup of coffee, look down at my watch and see wavy lines or numbers that do not coincide with a normal reality. And then I will gently realize that I am dreaming, the imagery will fade and a great white light will begin to open on the horizon. At this moment, I will transition from dreaming to waking and realize that my eyes are opening, and I will deeply inhale the aroma of coffee brewing. Yummmmmmmmm.
It happens this way every morning. It’s been nearly 10 days and the timer on the coffee brewer still awes me. It took only a year and seven months to bring me to this state, to a state of wonder at household appliances like dryers, central heating, plush carpeting, doors and windows that seal, and so on and so forth. I wonder how long it will take me to lose my preoccupation with these mundane conveniences. I give myself three months.
Luckily, there are aspects of my time in Georgia that will not fade with time. I am sure of this. For instance, whenever a car stops at a crosswalk to let me cross, I am eternally greatful not only to the driver, but to the culture that makes this a norm. As I cruise along the GW Parkway, car affixed to one lane between the lines, other faster cars passing on the left and slower cars (most of the time) trolling along in the right lane, I revel in a sense of equilibrium and consistancy. My head leaning against the window, allowed to do so without a knocking and bruising because of the smoothness of the road, I follow along the waters edge and I can count on one hand the articles of trash that I see. Clean, kept, cared for. In a past life I would probably consider the banks along the Potomac dirty because of the five pieces of trash that I witnessed. No longer.
Politics… The best of Georgian politics is that I cannot understand what Georgian politicians are saying. I cannot discern them disparaging each other, flip flopping or talking around questions. Whether I watch CNN, the Jim Laehr Hour or ABC Nightly News, I am forced to leave the room whenever partisan debate begins. I become disheartened, disenchanted and apathetic. What a broken system we have, I think to myself. And yet, all that I see around me, the infrastructure, the cleanliness, the order, is because of this broken system that I rail on time and again. Wow… Maybe I’m only just beginning to appreciate how unbroken our system really is. Here, in DC, noone asks me to turn off my cell phone and hide it in another room before telling me their true opinions of the government. Here, no one waits for the next election before thinking it safe to start a business.
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I just walked out of Prozac Nation the movie, having seen it already but not really remembering the details until about 30 minutes in. I get the sense that America has a lot of high-class problems. Well, at least a lot of the Americans that I know.
I arrived in the States for a visit to see my family on the evening of 11 February. Since my arrival ten days ago, not once has electricity, hot water, or the internet service been interupted. I already gladly take these consistencies for granted. I don’t shiver when I go to bed at night or wake up in the morning, even though it is often below freezing outside the house. For that matter, I have not once seen my breath while indoors. I think I am the only one that notices these small wonders on a daily basis. For example, I catch myself marveling at the icemaker, the option to select crushed ice, or cubed ice, or water from the fridge, hopefully before anyone else notices me gaping and smiling like a fool.
2013-03-01
On my way back to Georgia…
I am on a plane from Istanbul to Tbilisi. I will land in about an hour. I was not ready to leave the States, but I was ready to return to my life in Georgia. I have spent twenty one months cultivating projects and making friends and I am eager to return so that I can see many of them to conclusion. Some of these projects I have not yet begun. So little time to do all this, yet I understand that I can do so much more with each passing month that I remain in Georgia compared to how helpless I felt when I first arrived.
This has become the question: Do I stay in Georgia and test the potential of new business start-ups and business connections… or, do I return to the safety and normalcy of the States and all that I knew prior to my service in Georgia? I’m reading a book now entitled “The Way of the Superior Man,” which encourages one to listen to the deep truths within oneself and follow the path that is most fulfilling and in line with one’s talents. At this point, Georgia and those I know here seem to want me a lot more than employers in America. In fact, I often think that I have more to offer friends and business partners in Georgia than I do USAID contractors and corporations in the States. Of course, I could have said the exact opposite at the onset of my service in Georgia. It is often the case that the linear nature of career progression and experience, that is, way leading on to way, A connecting to B and then on to C, makes it such that career opportunities connected to Georgia are now more fitting than those connected to an earlier stage of my career.
Luckily for me, I have always been a fan of Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken.” This, of course, lines up well with the adventures that await me if I am to pursue business development in Georgia. Somehow, someway, the environment in Georgia better matches my skill sets and my style of project development and implementation. The informal nature of networking and project brainstorming; the higher level of access to big players in the business community; the jack-of-all-trades roles that I am allowed to fill on a project, the willingness of the people to gamble on success and new ideas; these all match my personality and development style so much better than the specialized, methodical and risk averse nature of many of the positions that seemingly would be available to me in the States. It seems like a no-brainer.
On the other hand, I am also quite fond of my family in the States and I love being around them on a regular basis. Since living in Georgia, I’ve strengthened my resolve to nurture my relationships with family and friends. The priority that I now place on friends and family and work-life balance has increased tremendously because of the influence the Georgian culture has had on me.
So there you have it. I’m at a crossroads. I’m struggling to commingle my professional calling with my desire to keep family close to me. Friends of mine with a strong faith tell me that everything happens for a reason and one need only pay close attention to the signs and one’s true inner pull. I wish I had this confidence in the divine and destiny. Practical individuals I know recommend that I pursue the markets and positions in the States with the most stability and future potential. This path also makes sense because I want to meet someone special and start a family sooner than later. However, I’d rather not settle for a career that is safe and fails to challenge me.
Regardless, I plan to hit the ground running upon my return to Georgia and see where destiny and practicality take me.
2013-03-02
Back in Georgia…
My good friend and his friend met me at the airport with a car at 4:20 early in the morning to bring me back to Tbilisi. Though I tried to talk him out of picking me up, as I believed it was an inconvenience to him, I am grateful for his persistence because of the convenience it allotted me compared to waiting for a bus or hailing a taxi. In his persisting argument to pick me up despite the early hour, my friend explained to me that it is Georgian tradition that a person must be met at the airport by friends. Funny, I thought, because my father’s family adamantly follows this same tradition in the States. He took me back to his apartment, guided me to safe passage passed his bear of a dog, Balu, offered me tea and something to eat, and then we went to bed.
I awoke later the same day in a fog, having slept odd hours on the plane and not very well that morning due to desynchronosis (jet lag – got it from wiki), but I hit the ground running, as I had intended. I immediately accepted an invitation to an event at the American Friendship Club (AFC) from the director, Ilia Zukakishvili. Upon arrival I learned that the event was a workshop entitled “Martin Luther King Jr. – Orator of Talent or Leader of Civil Rights Movement.” (An interesting aside about Georgian culture that I’ve noticed is that people are apt to accept invitations to events based on friendship rather than interest related to the topic of an event, which is why it is not uncommon to learn of the details of an event only after one arrives, naturally, because it is not thought necessary to offer or ask for details when extending or accepting an invitation.)
The workshop was organized by two postgraduate students and one graduate student with the support of the AFC to celebrate African-American History Month in the USA. A Georgian professor of American History had been invited to lead the introduction to the workshop and facilitate a good deal of the discussion. The audience included mostly Georgian university students interested in the theme of the workshop who had applied to attend and were selected based on their merits. A few interested community members also attended.
I did not understand most of the introduction because it was delivered in Georgian, but then a documentary film about the history of the Civil Rights Movement and Dr. King’s role in the movement was shown in English. I was impressed that most of the students in attendance understood English well enough to follow and appreciate the documentary. Secondly, I was struck by the strong emotional reaction evoked in many of the Georgian students and the professor by the footage. Of course, I noticed the reaction of others as I tried to mitigate my own emotional reaction, which is often strong when watching footage about the civil rights movement, but this is beside the point.
After the footage ended, the teacher raised a very interesting question to the audience. She asked how Dr. King’s “Dream” and his struggle in America in his time related to and could be applied to contemporary Georgia. She then asked audience members to identify issues in Georgia that they thought were salient and explain why. Students took turns identifying issues that included political segregation and practices, discrimination based on sexual orientation, religious discrimination, racial discrimination and a few others that have slipped my mind. (At this point you may be wondering how I understood the conversation which took place in Georgian language. Well, after I asked a few questions of interest, realizing that I could not understand Georgian, one of the hosts was nice enough to sit next to me and translate the discussion for me.) The professor then asked the audience members to describe what they thought was the Georgian “Dream”, in reference to Dr. King’s “I have a dream” speech. The discussion that ensued was lively.
Some things occurred to me during this workshop that impressed me and reinforced general truths that I’ve come to believe through my Peace Corps experiences in Georgia. One, a good understanding of the English language was necessary for the Georgians in attendance to fully appreciate and benefit from that workshop. It allowed them to understand, absorb and reflect on documentary footage of American History provided in English, and then relate it to personal experiences through discussion in their own language. So much international history, science and culture that is considered great and enlightening is available in English, and yet so little of the same is available in Georgian. For Georgians who do not understand English, but who wish to experience and participate in the international sphere of culture and events, there is a great obstacle and it is language. My belief that the impetus for Georgians to learn English is shifting from one of advantage to necessity.
My second revelation concerned the message of Dr. King. I am impressed how his message is as relevant and powerful today as it was when he spoke it. Sixty years later, in a country half way around the world, students listen to the message of Dr. King in a second language and it reverberates in them, it evokes passions in them, and it inspires them as it did Americans in the past and as it continues to inspire Americans today. Of all the messages I’ve heard that can be associated with or construed to be the American message, I feel Dr. King’s to be on par with the best of them.
Sitting in the audience that was watching and learning and being inspired by events from my country’s history, I felt quietly special and proud. It made me want to share more and receive more and it made me appreciate the cross-cultural aspect and impact that good workshops like this could have on interested audiences in Georgia and elsewhere. I think this was one of those “Reality Bites” feel good moments for me.