SOS

ACT II:

I am back from America for about a month now. I thought everything would be better when I returned. You know kind of blow over and start over again. Yeah, right. Seeing my sister's graduation and seeing family = mostly great. I am not going to bore my readers with my personal life outside the Peace Corps. However, I will admit I only write on this when I am super lonely and to particulary one person who I have doubts that even reads this. Anyway, my work situation is still the same. They do not want to communicewith me or share their projects/listen to my projects. So, when I come we sip tea and they play solitare. I stopped showing up.

I ended up helping with habitat for humanity in a tiny village and now helping out with camps. In a couple of weeks I will start my own with an english teaching organization. Im not thrilled about my work situation and will being moving soon.

I am apparently adjusting to coming back and having a mid service crisis as PC staff have told me . I am frustrated and angrier than ever. There is not an ounce of hope for changing something here I realize. It would have been nice to understand this simple concept 1 year ago! No one is going to change anything, but maybe give someone a chance to do something during the long long long long long long long long long days. With that being said, I hope I will be moved to work in an orphanage soon. Site change. Maybe there is hope for children here.

Interesting events that happen here:

Gum for change.

A woman chased me out of her territory like an animal after taking paints for a camp that I had left there. (One could argue if she was actually chasing me)

I rode in a taxi by myself and stopped at his friend's house for chai and pick up a gun. creepy.

Part of my next door neighbor's apartment collapsed in the middle of the day. No one thought anything of it as it seemed

I saw someone water the plants by gargling it in their mouth then hacking it out onto the plants. I was disgusted and showed this emotion, because it was in a quiet office.

People stare so much. even if i look at them they do not look away. I wave my arm in front of my face to see if they will stop AND THEY DONT. I try not to become hostile, but do sometimes. and of course no reactions
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I want to make it through the Peace Corps somehow someway. It has to become easier. Im seriously thinking of going on a trip in Febuary. Maybe to Malaysia. I know I am such a dreamer, but really. I need something good to look forward to.

I dont understand what is wrong with this place sometimes. Why does noone have any motivation, and why do people treat others badly.