Whenever friends and family ask about my life in rural Kyrgyzstan, the most engrossing conversations seem to center on primal needs – the outhouse, mutton and carbohydrate overloading, and bi-weekly bathing, to name a few. Sure, I’ve played up the shock factor to encourage a charitable flow of care packages (my mom’s dramatic reports have even inspired unwarranted tears of sympathy). But, on the whole, I deal with these challenges best by reasoning that there’s no use resisting my environment. By adopting this mentality, I’ve given myself a license to be what others may deem “disgusting.” So what if it’s a fringe holiday and I indulge in heaps of deep-fried bread (a.k.a. “borsok”), 10 plus cups of tea, and cookies galore….I’ll dive right into the hunk of meat I’m given during the second course and massage the fatty grease/natural moisturizer into my hands when I’m done. No one here is going to judge me, because they’re too busy doing the exact same thing. But, I had better stop with the confessions – there are some experiences that are best kept within the Peace Corps community. Quite frankly, if I share too much information about my intestinal wars, only some Peace Corps buddy is going to view this as an opportunity to divulge their own toilet record next.
What I really want to get at is the rather unexpected challenge of carving out a legitimate social life. As a 24-year-old single female, my social situation is a bit of an anomaly here. All of the women my age have either moved to the city for work or school, or they are tucked away in their mother/mother-in-law’s house. Of course, my host mother was kind enough to share her friends with me. However, it’s exhausting trying to pose as a middle-aged woman who is concerned with gardening and the domestic affairs of everyone and their cousin and their cousin’s mother. And so, the search for my people continued. I kept losing the battle for the attention of my new pals to newborn babies, job opportunities, and persistent house work. Despite marriage proposals that come on a rolling basis, I refuse to join the club. Instead, I’ve conceded to a much more direct approach: forced friendship.
Making girlfriends in my village requires a certain level of assertiveness on my part – not unlike the gumption that it takes to find a date to a middle-school dance. I’d like to think that I don’t come across as desperate for friendship, but I’m pretty certain that telling someone, “I want to be your friend,” doesn’t help my case. After a ruthless battle for my local social identity, I’m happy to report that I’ve now got 4 friends. It all began when I offered to write a grant with Azamat, a young male teacher at my school. He’s very passionate about his work and he is a morally grounded individual. Since the success of any grant depends upon the commitment of the local counterpart, I presented him with the million dollar question: “What would you do for your school if money weren’t an issue?” Without missing a beat, he enthusiastically delved into his idea for a youth puppet theater…that involves life-sized puppet costumes. Since I was expecting something like text books or new desks, I was caught off guard hearing a 30-year-old Kyrgyz guy speak so passionately about Barney-esque costumes. His reasoning, though, is flawless:
1. Theater is a healthy outlet for village youth – it builds life skills such as communication and team work.
2. There is a strong need to revive local passion for the fine arts because it’s richer/more wholesome than popular culture.
3. As an educational venue, theater embraces creativity and lends itself to a variety of different learning styles, something that is neglected by left over Soviet teaching methods.
4. Costumes act as a buffer between culture, age, and gender. This anonymity grants youth the opportunity to campaign for progress in controversial fields such as health and social change.
So, we submitted this grant to Peace Corps and received 3500 USD to custom-order 10 costumes (bear, eagle, boy, witch, dragon, dog, fox, wolf, rabbit, lion). Skipping over an explanation of the finer details of this project, Azamat will coordinate the opening performance with Children’s Day, on June 1st. Peace Corps work truly is unpredictable…I’m both amazed and grateful that fate landed me in the hands of Azamat and his puppet ensemble.
Once my friendship with Azamat was established, I set out on a mission to befriend his wife, Kyndyz. My host mother and I often invited them over for pizza dinners, and eventually the formalness gave way to casual conversation. Spurred by my own impatience, last week I attempted a social breakthrough by inviting Dawn (my site-mate) and myself over to their house for dinner. Fortunately, they were not off-put by my invasion. In fact, this dinner date was the first time in-country that I felt a genuine sense of young adult camaraderie. Azamat’s brother and his wife (my two bonus friends) joined us as well. Some highlights from the evening include Kyndyz’s mayo pizza – which looks deceivingly like cheese pizza – and the ride home in a donkey cart that they referred to as the “Mercedes.” I love my Peace Corps friends and I’ve got a wonderful support system back home, but it’s a huge relief to finally claim some local friends of my own. All four of them.