Thursday, October 29, 2009
on hope.
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.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
overwhelmed.
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.
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...
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...
Now, we are headed to the beach. Happy Thursday, everyone! I'll be home in 2 weeks. :)
Love, Audrey
Here comes the sun...
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Interaction.
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
From yesterday's newspaper, The Sunday Times. Sunday, 3rd May 2009
"Losing Our Humanity" -- Christian Peregin
[Bro. Gwann Xerri has received hate mail from fellow priests for his views on immigration. He says Malta's recent stand-off with Italy over the fate of a boatload of immigrants thew him into a moral dilemma, and yet the country's leaders were categorial about being "morally" correct. He spoke about his fears of living in a country that is losing its humanity.
"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....
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
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Being Present.
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
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.
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...
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
"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.
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