Butterflies
Last night I had first met with the Butterflies. The children are young people living on the streets during the day but at night in the large classroom in the basement of the Hope Project to find a safe place to sleep, having no relatives have more that can take care of them or they are running away from home.
In her room were installed lockers, so they next day when the space is used for the school, where their few belongings can be stored. They can also eat dinner there, and shower. It's the whole night, two night guards present (one of whom is also my Hindi teacher), one of them at the entrance, scans the children on arrival, so that no weapons or drugs can get into their space and one that in them room to sleep there, contact for the children to be and to be able to settle disputes. Each of the
perhaps even on the road was once homeless for some time, can understand certain that three of the main needs are a safe place to sleep, a chance to wash, a meal and a safe place for his belongings.
course I had some concerns, what should I do actually, when I meet the Butterflies, because of course no one speaks of them only rudimentary English, and I've also through my civilian time in the nursery probably little useful experience with children with a such social background won. Fortunately, there is an international communications media: games. I was told that the Kharam board game would be very popular with the kids and I wanted to show me the game.
When I came into the room, it had the 15 Butterflies have been welcoming, some even slept on mats on the floor already (this is normal in India), the others had to hingefläzt front of the TV, the older kids took my presence only briefly noted and after I had said in broken Hindi, I was happy to take learn Kharam Board, they soon turned back to the Indian soap opera, probably the most globally popular teenager attitude: "I'm too tough and cool for Kinderspielchen such, I look far better now. " The younger Butterflies, however, were enthusiastic, however, and there were first fighting for the three players places. The rules they could explain to me quickly with little English and lots of Show. Kharam board can be explained best as a minimal version of billiards, you play it on a small wooden board with four holes in the corners, instead of balls used small wooden disks and instead Billiardstöcken Snip special techniques with the fingers. Is there a way to really simple means really much to have fun. The 8 - year-old play so much better than me, but yes I will have time to learn.
What I just noticed you play again and again, the explosion of aggression with which the Children react when they feel unfairly treated. The suspicion of cheating or if someone wants to play, but just can not enough, and you start a really evil looking tussle. Fortunately, children usually take the other quickly and try the brawlers "no fight" - and call each other apart Wegzerren forward and already less than a minute after a really nasty squabbling, the two fighting cocks play again peacefully.
I have a feeling that the kids have a good sense of fairness. They have always worked for me, for example, if someone tried to take advantage of my lack of knowledge of the rules, to me they are not aggressive. Presumably, this explosive Agressionsausbrüche are a necessity when you live on the streets and defend his food and other needs Lebensbotwendigkeiten. Also, most of the children and young people as quickly and explosively when laughing. The night watchman in the room told me the really bad incidents rarely are, and assured me that his job is actually not as difficult as it appears at first glance, because the kids were here as satisfied as rare in her life and would therefore usually in deep, fernsehberieselter, ready to play or just in need of sleep mood.
supplement: 3 nights later ... (The I will photograph of this evening)
meantime I found thanks to Bollywood dance music and an access to Toughen and cool under the Butterflies, I think, "If you can not dance well, dance wildly!" now use it as a life motto.
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