Round Three

Quick, who can tell me how many gold medals Kazakhstan won in the Beijing Olympics? First person to answer correctly gets a free cheap ice cream cone dedicated to them before I eat it!

I won't ruin the surprise of your frantic Google searches, but I will say that I have watched Kazakhstan win gold, and it is an amazing thing. Kate (the other volunteer working at training) and I were literally jumping up and down in the Peace Corps lounge with tears in our eyes. It was a moment that attested to just how assimilated we two are; it really was like our country was winning. Or if not exactly our country, at least our cousin-country that we can't help but root for.

Peace Corps has long told us that our final three months in country would be our most productive, the time when we feel the most at home, and there have been other signs these past weeks of our final acceptance of Kazakhstani culture before we head home. Both of us have moved into new host families for the duration of training; mine is a couple with a large extended family and a good deal of respect/power/money in the community. To be honest, even after Kate and I were presented as the experts in host family living to the new trainees, I am surprised by how fast I've been adjusting to this new environment. Already grandmother is treating me as her oldest granddaughter, chores and treats included. Yesterday was a big party for almost the whole family; a bit of people overload but again, I felt adjusted. I was aware enough of traditions to know that I was not being tested but rather honored when they presented me with a large chunk of gelatinous sheep face to chew and an entire leg bone of mutton to pick apart. I felt especially respected, not especially repulsed, when the elders offered me a tidbit of brain and a cut of the hip bone meat.

There are different ways of showing love, respect, and affection, to be sure. Consider the event for which we had all gathered: a circumcision. This is an important moment for Muslim men in Kazakhstan, but I think every man I know in America will cringe when I say how old this little grandson was... the ceremony is usually performed for boys between the ages of 3 and 5. Our guest of honor had the surgery done Wednesday and the party Saturday to give him some time to recover, but he still walked bowlegged in a pair of pants with the crotch cut out. A wise parent safety-pinned a brown derby hat onto the hem of his shirt to keep him from bumping into anything.

Our new trainees are just starting out in Kazakhstan; they had a rough first few days with jet lag and a tightened schedule due to a flight delay, the toughest part of my job was staying awake myself and holding hands as exhausted trainees sat through a barrage of vaccines. Now they are starting their on own long paths to adjustment. I'm trying to get used to my new role as expert and guide; I'm also trying to stay out of their way. So far they are still humming with the new and problems have been small. However, there are a few who are already ending their time here. This is hard to see, as we have tried so hard to prepare for their arrival and there are so many sites waiting eagerly for a volunteer.

On a happier note, I'm preparing slowly for my own departure. In the works: Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan (visas willing), GREs (who knew you could take them in Almaty?), grad school aps (Central Asian Studies, Russian Language, Creative Writing?), and the holidays at home. Less than 3 months left! Can you believe it?

Love,
Nora