Thursday, October 29, 2009

on hope.

We win some, we lose some.
Today, we won.

Today I learned that Issa, the man on the far left, is coming to America. After years of applying, he was finally granted permission. Although his struggles will not end when he arrives in the states, it is a huge step in the right direction. I could not be happier for him.

I have hope that people will be kind, welcoming and gentle with him. I also have hope that as he is granted permission to leave Malta, the system is slowly but surely allowing these determined people to seek peace. All they want is a place to call home. I wish him safe travels.
Love, Audrey

Sunday, October 25, 2009

love.







I loved Malta. Everything from the sea to the desert, the card-playing to English teaching. I loved it all. Someday, I'll be back. Until then, I send my love to that little island.

Love, Audrey

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

overwhelmed.

In the midst of midterm week and a general state of anxiety and stress among the student body, I have found other reasons to be overwhelmed. And, these are good ones.

I'm coordinating a book drive at LC with some other Malta folks. We have been able to send a box a week, a few hundred books already headed over the Atlantic. Thanks to my family and friends who have brought car loads of books to my house. Thanks to the schools and church groups that are collecting them by the box full. I am overwhelmed with gratitude. It makes my heart sing. The residents of Marsa and Hal Far will be so, so happy.

It was the phrases like these in Malta that made me overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with joy.

"Teacher, teacher---I can write the alphabet."
"Sister, it's not time to quit yet, 10 more minutes."
"Miss, when will you all come back? We still have much to learn."

Thanks to all my book-loving friends and family out there----you have all come through big time. I'm overwhelmed with thanks. If you want check this out, Malta Times.

Love, Audrey

Thursday, June 4, 2009

a place in my heart











Because I'll admit...I'm a little nostalgic these days. Marsa, Hal Far and all of the people there have a place in my heart. A place that grows each day.
Love, Audrey

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

The time of my life.

4 months.
6 countries.
18 flights.
daily experiences.
1 lesson. People are people. No matter where we live or what we do, people are people. We have the same wants, needs and desires. We need shelter, food, water, love. We need someone to look out for us, someone with whom we can share our stories, something to strive for, someone who believes in us, something to believe in. They seem like simple things, but they are so, so important.


Thank you for teaching me, world.
Love, Audrey

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Change of plans...

I just looked at my blog---the last post was from Thursday morning. I had no idea that by Thursday night I would have a flight booked home and would arrive in the states Friday. But, sometimes things happen. Life happens. We get sick and we need an Emergency Room visit---not a house call from a Maltese doctor.

So, if you haven't heard already, I'm home. It wasn't as planned.

It is great to be home. To be able to crawl into my own bed and sleep. To see my parents and talk to friends. I had the time of my life in Malta. When I found out I was coming home my friends went into high gear helping me get ready. They packed my bags, helped reschedule flights, we sat on the roof 'til 2am talking about the semester and looking at the stars. I am grateful for their friendship.

It was a great semester. I love, love, love Malta. And, I love, love, love being home.

Love, Audrey

P.S. This blog is not over---I still have a lot of stories to tell. :)

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Sometimes...

class gets canceled and someone takes a picture at the very right moment (although it is blurry) capturing how extremely exciting it is to not have to sit through 2 full hours of lecture when it is SO gorgeous out.


Now, we are headed to the beach. Happy Thursday, everyone! I'll be home in 2 weeks. :)
Love, Audrey

Here comes the sun...

The sun is out, the sea is beautiful. People are out and about---working on boats, going for walks, visiting the local playgrounds. I am in love with Malta again.

Love, Audrey

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Interaction.

I love the people I work with on tutoring days. I admire the Somalian culture, one in which prides itself on close bonds. The men I teach are always talking with each other, looking out for each other, hugging, walking in sync. When we arrive at the camp they are often playing 'football' or sitting next to each other talking. They're always interacting with those around them. I think that is one thing I'll miss about Malta and the bits of Somalia I've seen through the refugees. Everyone interacts. They talk instead of send e-mails, go to their neighborhood market for food instead of flying through huge stores on their way home, eat dinner at the table instead of in the car. They move slower, but they move with intention.

The Hal Far Tent Village has hired an interpreter (even though we're only here 2 more weeks, it's a huge deal for us---he's incredibly helpful and makes things go so much smoother). Today I found myself with two new students and we started from the letter A. As I taught, the interpreter (also from Somalia) sat next to the students, with a hand on each of their shoulders gently translating what I was saying into Somalian. I saw the epitome of a kind interaction between those refugees and that translator. It was so, so cool.

Love, Audrey

Monday, May 4, 2009

Speaking

"How can we say we're morally correct on this issue and then be scandalised when a woman commits an abortion? Why are we so quick to demand that the woman raises every child she conceives even if this is a burden for her, but so silent when it comes to the lives of African immigrants? Is it because this time it is we who have to share the burden?"

The 62-year-old Dominican priest spent almost 30 years working as a parish priest in Brazil, and only came back to Malta for good last year, after a stint of six years working in the general council in Rome.

During his time traveling around Latin America he was an activist for social justice, peace and workers' rights, and despite heavy opposition, he was never afraid to fight for a just cause.

But now, as he sits in the secure surroundings of his convent in Valletta, there is fear in his eyes.

"Many people advised me to avoid this interview because we are living at a time when speaking out for the weak can result in dire consequences like heated quarrels with family and friends. I've received hate mail for my views on immigration, even from fellow priests," he confesses....

The incident where 153 immigrants were left in a watery limbo as Italy and Malta argued over who should take them in moved him to tears and made him fear for his own safety and that of his soul.

Bro. Xerri was much happier last Thursday when Malta decided to take in the 66 immigrants the army had rescued even though it had been deceived by Italy. He said Malta went by the book this time, because it was dealing with the diplomatic aspect after ensuring that lives were not lost.

"It scares me when we use words like 'burden' and when we leave people stranded at sea while we try to gain political mileage. I am scared because I wonder if I could ever be seen as a burden. I've never been economically productive!"

Bro. Xerri adds that many people have been seriously attacked for helping or speaking out for immigrants, and to his knowledge, no one had yet been brought to justice for these acts of "terrorism".

He is not afraid to say that the political and social discourse being used towards black migrants in Malta is on the same lines as the Nazis used towards the Jews.

"It frightens me because I know I am no better than any Nazi. I too can get caught up in this way of thinking. I need to struggle not to let it happen, because if I do, I will suffer as well. As a country we will suffer greatly if we lose our humanity."

Bro. Xerri was saddened to see his country become strong with the weak rather than with the strong. He says he had never seen the government or the opposition take such forceful action on big corporations, contractors or those who committed tax fraud.

Another thing he cannot understand is why those who rejoiced the fall of the Berlin Wall are now asking for a similar wall to be built by Libya to stop immigrants from leaving. But does this mean he feels immigration is not a problem?...

"Europe went to Africa to exploit it, and we called it discovery, civilisation and democratisation. Now the migrants are coming here to beg for work, and we call it an invasion. It hurts me especially when I hear young people speaking the way they do about foreigners. I keep wondering, where did we go so wrong?"

Bro. Xerri pauses and comes to a realisation that makes his body quiver, his voice tremble, and his bloodshot eyes well up with tears.

"One day we will look back, and as we did with the Nazis, we will ask ourselves: how did we let this happen?"

What hurts him most is that as soon as someone expresses solidarity with immigrants, he is labelled anti-patriotic, anti-Maltese army or even pro-immigrant. "That does not make any sense. Immigrants are not a football team or a village band. If anything, we are pro-life.

"There are a lot of people who have been silenced but are working with the migrants. I know people who give donations on the sole condition that they can remain anonymous."

Bro. Xerri says he was very intimidated the first time he walked into an open centre, but only because he was conditioned to be afraid of immigrants because of the way everyone was talking.

Now he does not worry about having to walk through Marsa at night the way many other people seem to. He says those who are most fearful and hateful are the ones who have never spoken to an immigrant, and only go by the demonising descriptions they have read or heard.

"Some people think I am crazy because I am not afraid to go with friends to the Marsa open centre and eat with immigrants. They warn me that the immigrants want to turn Malta into a Muslim country. They do not realise that many immigrants are Christians and Catholics just like us, fleeing persecution. There is so much ignorance and misinformation. I just hope we are not too late," he says.

He adds that many Muslims also face discrimination and persecution in their own countries because of human rights violations and unjust laws and practices. Many emigrate because they long to live within a human rights framework, the kind Europe promises to uphold and urges others to follow. So what can we do?

"We can regain our humanity. We can realise that if we're going to act this way with immigrants we have no right to take a fake moral high ground by speaking against things like abortion, homosexuality, divorce and unmarried mothers....

Bro. Xerri says Malta had a lot to learn from its own history. The Maltese have always lived in fear of being invaded or swallowed up by something larger. But the progress the country has seen since independence is testimony to the fact that solutions can be found. He recalls that it was only recently that the Maltese themselves felt they needed to leave the country to find a better life, and were encouraged to do so....

"We need to help Africa help itself. It is not sustainable for all the able-bodied Africans to simply come to Europe. But this is a cycle. Africans living in Europe will send money back to their families, and the situation will improve in their own countries. It will take a long time, and we need to do our bit too. But eventually I believe the situation will improve."

According to Bro. Xerri, the only step forward is to sit down together, control our fears, and use initiatives to understand each other, like US churches have done by organising friendly meetings between members and immigrants, legal or not. He says some schools in Malta already do this with "hopeful success", but many people are still resistant to such activities.

"I am hopeful that this problem is not beyond us. I cannot claim to have solutions because I am still grappling in the darkness of faith. All I know is that the problem cannot be solved by fear or hate. We need to use our imagination."]

Thank you, Brother Xerri for speaking. We appreciate your words. Thank you all, for reading. Love, Audrey

Friday, May 1, 2009

Friends.



We thrive when we're together. :)
Love, Audrey

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Being Present.

I am about 3 weeks from my family. My friends, my violin, long runs, familiar places. Other simple things like driving on the right-hand side of the road, hot showers, green grass, open space, being generally aware of what's going on in a given situation.

However, that also means that in a little over 3 weeks I will be leaving the island. And the sea. Other simple things like the market, the buses, the walking, the humor of always being somewhat confused. I also have to leave my students. Those whom I have come to know through our weekly meetings. That will be hard. I will miss them.

We talked at dinner tonight about the challenge of being excited for what's to come and also living in the here and now. Anticipating arrival in the states and also relishing every last minute we have here. It's a delicate balance, one that is hard to achieve. We've started to notice how many times "I can't wait..." is said. Although that often feels true , we can wait. This is the here and now. I want to make the most of every experience (even if it is another hour long bus ride on Christ the King). I am excited to come home on May 21 and tutor tomorrow. I'm excited to catch up with family and friends as well as wake up to Malta's sunshine. I will strive to be present. We all need a little encouragement every now and then, but we're trying. That's the important part.

I have a lot to be thankful for.
Lots of love, Audrey

Sunday, April 26, 2009

5

"He whom we love and lose is no longer where he was before. He is now wherever we are." -John Chrysostom

I can't believe it has been 5 years. Tomorrow marks the anniversary. It seems like just yesterday we were sitting on the deck talking about how beautiful it was out. It was a sunny day. It was a Saturday. I stopped for a visit, went for a run. I remember it being unseasonably warm. I went to Madison the next day for a school retreat, came back Monday night and found out he was not feeling well. The next morning, he passed away. It was sad. Our hearts broke. We stayed close to each other, leaned on each other and soaked up all the love from our family and friends. As hard as it was, we kept going. And you know what? I can still hear his voice just like it was that Saturday. I can still see his face. I can still feel his presence. I can still feel his strength. I know he's still with us. It still hurts, but he lives in our hearts and I am thankful for the memories. There are so many good memories. My heart is with the entire Seitz family these coming days. Each and every one of them. The Birds of Paradise are in bloom in Malta and I bet the sun is shining on Beaufort Lake. :)

Love, Audrey

Saturday, April 25, 2009

A beautiful day in the neighborhood.

Here's a little local flavor from the island. These are the things we walk by on our way to school. We're beginning to feel a little bittersweet. 26 more days.

Welcome to Sliema---they thank you for driving carefully. I wonder who they're talking to. :)


Typical traffic scene---good luck crossing! We've become quite good at dodging. Occasionally you can find a "Humped zebra crossing" which guarantees you a slight chance that cars will stop before careening into you. :)

On the way to school we also pass our friendly produce man and get snacks for lunch and dinner. I'll definitely miss these places when I get home. I don't think I've eaten anything packaged since I left the states.

Here's another typical scene---notice the traffic jam and the men yelling out in the streets. They're not really mad, people just talk really loud here.

We also pass our church on the way to school. It's a small quaint church with English services. They also have an excellent coffee hour. And, the parishioners are always so welcoming. It makes for a nice Sunday morning.

And, finally after our 4 mile trek we make it to the University of Malta. This is usually when the sun comes out and we sit in class for 6 hours. :)

On the way back we usually make a detour so we can see the sea, it is far too beautiful to pass up. I loved catching this fisherman at work. What daily dedication it must take to keep throwing those nets out.

Here's our last turn, when we turn this corner we know we're home at last (home in Malta at least).

These aren't totally related to our walk to and from school, but they're from Good Friday. You know it's a big deal when Malta brings out the Nuns and the Marching Bands. Those two things combined equal a national holiday. :) I like the clarinetists.

That's all from Malta's version of Lake Wobegon. Hope all is well at home---I'll be joining the states soon. Time sure does go by. As excited as I am to get home, I'll miss these walks.

Love from Malta,
Audrey

Friday, April 24, 2009

Because sometimes you just have to laugh...

Verbatim conversation between Deborah, our program leader and Rose, one of the professors at the University of Malta:

R: "Luckily we've had lots of rain---the tubs on our roofs will be full for the dry season."
D: "Well, at least we don't have to count on them for our drinking water. We can go without showers, but we need water to drink and to cook with."
R: "Didn't you know, the tubs on the roofs are the drinking supply too. The kitchen tap runs directly from the roof. You live on Depiro Street, right? There's no public water system there, the water supply is all from the rain, piped down from the roof."
D: "For the love of God."
This conversation was followed by lots of disgusted looks, all realizing that we've been drinking water that has been sitting in giant tubs on our roof. When we got to Malta they told us it was fine to drink. We knew we were showering and doing laundry with roof rain water, but we thought we were drinking clean city water. See those bug tubs on the top of that picture?? Who knows what else is in there---no wonder we've all been sick. Good to know that we shouldn't drink the water. 3 months later. Good thing we can laugh. :) We really did laugh---now we're going to the grocery store to get bottled water. Lots of bottled water.

Love, Audrey

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Hope

Today I went for a run. I ran along the sea, through the city, in sunshine and in rain. It was good thinking time. I thought a lot about the refugees, it's hard to realize we're leaving in a month and there's still so much to do. But, we remember that each hour makes a difference and we keep trying. More students will come next year and continue the sessions. I referred a man to the Jesuit Refugee Service yesterday; there he'll get a lawyer and advice. It may take a while to gain refugee status, but we're all trying. I'm thankful for the JRS and the Red Cross. They provide legal council and advice. They are also there for us, helping us serve the refugees. Often our English lessons turn into assisting with paper work, filing for refugee statuses and practicing for interviews. Even though it takes months, these organizations provide hope. Hope is key.

"What color are souls? she said & I said, Color isn't that much of an issue when you're talking souls." -Brian Andreas


Wednesday, April 22, 2009

There's room for everybody.

Too often the refugees landing in Malta are told "there's no more room." However, even though they're told this, they are locked in detention for at least 7 months. This is done to "teach them a lesson" and punish them. The government also hopes it will scare away potential asylum seekers. The conditions in the detention centres are deteriorating fast over here, Doctors Without Borders has pulled out because of the conditions.

We are completely safe, we are teaching in the Open Centres where there is little risk of violence or illness. However, all of the men we are teaching have spent at least 7 months in these detention centres. That is not ok. They are not criminals. They are just trying to find a place that harbors peace, not war. A place where their kids can play without having to run from gunfire. What is even sadder is that for many, the detention centres are much better than their home countries and most definitely better than being sent back to where they came from. The Maltese government
recently sent a group of Eritrean refugees back to their home country and most were killed upon arrival. There is room for everybody in this world. Somehow we have to let that be known.

On a lighter note, I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying spring. Hopefully the end of April and beginning of May will be some sunshine to the States. (I hear snow is expected at home again!!)

Love,
Audrey

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A few more...

Here are a few more pictures from the week. They bring back so many good feelings. I'll hold them close for the next month. :)

Love, Audrey