2019-02-09
For anyone reading this blog who knows me, you might say that I’ve always been a quite… conversational… human being. In the last learning seminar, the Brazil cohort discussed “alternative” story-telling methods, forcing us to reject our instincts and tell stories with minimal verbal input. As a person who would rather speak the 1000 words...
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2019-02-09
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2019-02-09
December – January [image: 2018-12-13 18:42:01.465.jpg][image: 2018-12-01 10:51:55.544.jpg][image: 25a17365-3ce0-45c7-a5f6-ee191f8951e9.jpg] [image: 33bc9c7e-5131-464f-bdc7-4b8306587379.jpg] [image: 2018-12-01 10:52:05.328.jpg] [image: 62193241-1d7f-44af-8ff9-5a4554a44304.jpg][image: a41d5a96-237d-4b72-8b0c-8387546f35e9.jpg] xoxo
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The air is heavy. The air is hot. The air effects me, it affects the Venezulan man attempting to sell candies to the bus folk, it affects my host mom as she mightily lights flame to this weeks garbage, it affects the tiny tots who frolic on the see-saw with a playfulness that is pure...
Read More2019-02-04
Four days a week and seven hours a day, my life in Hyderabad mainly revolves around children. Every day, I sincerely admire their aura of cheerfulness, optimism and innocence. Not to mention, each one has a dream he or she is chasing, no matter how far-fetched. To me, most of their dreams are unrealistic in...
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2019-02-03
Note: Find my posts right away (with cleaner formatting!) on wordsofstargirl.wordpress.com. The Spanish version of “If You’re Happy and You Know It” just wasn’t doing it for me. It carried the same tune but translated to “If you’re really happy, clap like this.” And yet I kept glancing up from my phone, where I was...
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It is Saturday afternoon and I find myself aimlessly walking towards a very concrete goal. Suddenly a very peculiar sense of overwhelmingness hits me: one which, although interiorized, has not become less surreal nonetheless. The body and identity within which I conduct and which helps me carry on my day to day tasks is 18...
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