Fellow Stories
True gap year stories from Fellows abroad!
Check out the latest blogs from Global Citizen Year Fellows in Brazil, Ecuador, and India!
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Hints of Silver
Tatiana Calonje
2016-02-08
My mother has always had a chest full of rings. Beautiful gold, white gold, rose gold and silver. I was the toddler who had small little gold rings on her tiny fingers. I also had a simple gold bracelet around my wrist for years. It stayed there until I grew out of it. Once I...
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THE WINDOW
Indiana Nunez Sharer
2016-02-08
There is this window in the room. It covers a large portion of the right hand wall and consists of three sliding planes which can be moved to one side or the other...
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Swallowed
Mandula Bashu van den Berg
2016-02-06
Sunday morning in Pagdandi, the book chai cafe that I love so much. I’m trying to finally write some letters when Ashwath suddenly asks me: “So Mandula, how do you experience it? To be a woman here in India, I mean?” I stop for a second and consider which answer I’ll give him. But I’m...
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Ismahan Ismail Hersi
2016-01-31
I take up my duty when I read to children about Pippi Langstrømpe she who has been all over the world and seen many things strange who walks on her hands the way they do in Farthest India and backwards the way they do in Egypt and lies in the manner of Congo where there...
Read MoreBlog 3 Mera Hindi Bahut Kharab Hai (my Hindi is very bad)
Ismahan Ismail Hersi
2016-01-31
yesterday I thought about Oehlenschläger who revealed to the world this corner of the earth which smiles for Us more than any other when asked he said it is a lovely country which stands with broad beech near salty eastern beach It winds itself in hill, valley, it’s called old Denmark and it is Freja’s...
Read More“I am a star”
stina.uro
2016-01-31
One of my first cultural shocks when I came to Pune was the amount of attention I got here. Wherever I turned, I would meet multiple eyes. Sellers would elbow their way past more interested costumers just to get to me. And people would speak to me and ask for photos of me wherever I...
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stina.uro
2016-01-31
6.30 “It is time to wake up. It is 6.30” my alarm goes with the most annoying, monotonous voice I’ve heard. Had this been a perfect world, there would have been birds and sunshine waking me up. But it is not. And I start my day finding a new way to kill my alarm clock....
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Timia Pratt
2016-01-29
(This post is orginally supposed to go up December 28th but I am so lazy) So my birthday was 2 days ago…. Do I feel different? For the first time in my life I must say that I do! While I don’t feel like an adult completely, some spaces are being filled in that weren’t...
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Timia Pratt
2016-01-29
Okay I’m feeling kind of bad now, I haven’t been serious about this blog at all but theres no better time than now, amirite? I was randomly at some overcrowded festival near my house when inspiration struck me that I actually need to be serious about this cause I’m gonna have a crazy amount of adventures and it would be cool to...
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Timia Pratt
2016-01-29
Today I had what I think came close to a break down. I was stressed and frustrated with my life in all aspects. I’m in India, I should be riding elephants, attending extravagant festivals, and overall collecting all these ridiculous stories EVERYDAY. If I didn’t do this I was wasting my time. I have this...
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A little about India – A reflection of my experience
mimieshleman
2016-01-21
A poem I wrote in October, 2015: Living in a paradox It is exhausting when what is true the opposite is also true It drains me of myself to ponder everything that hits me The everyday Why why why and how’s and more why’s fire up my...
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Constant Reminder
mimieshleman
2016-01-21
When I walk through the scorchingly male-dominated streets I am devoured by the long-lasting stares from bulgy-eyed collared-clad men who stand hand in hand, their eyes a portrait of something fierce. So intense I feel them picking me apart, shoveling out my intentions, peering deep into my movements and thoughts, sending out a maddening vibration...
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