Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Somehow, Cluj
I finally got out. As my train pulled out of Brasov last Saturday, I realized that only once before had I taken the train in that westerly direction. I've been to Bucharest or at least Sinaia somewhere in the range of 10 times, so I know the exact pattern of landmarks and neighborhoods that we pass on the south-eastern train. But heading west I didn't know what to expect except a tunnel or two. The train ride to Cluj was fascinating in itself, but I'll save that for another time because right now I can't get my mind off this university town in northern Transilvania.
I'd heard Cluj described in a way that made it sound no more appealing than any other town in Transilvania and no more appealing than any other university city in Romania. But after my tough winter months in one of Transilvania's loveliest Saxon village centers, I appreciated a number of aspects of Cluj's youthful aesthetic.
The people there look cooler. No lie. They are more stylish, carry themselves in a more confident way. The men don't check out every girl that walks by or try to block your path. The girls walk around individually instead of going everywhere holding the hands of their best friends. The jeans are a little looser and the hair gel is quieter.
The city is cleaner. I personally didn't see any stray dogs. The streets weren't crumbling as much - they had streets that climaxed in 90 degree corners and sometimes even sidewalks lacking a complete cover of cars.
The students study, and even look studious. The tea house was packed with students talking and working on their laptops. The library stood imposingly over a city square, as did the student cultural center.
Apparently, Cluj has benefited from a wealthier local economy. The university was somehow chosen to be the focus of Romanian higher education - this is where you're most likely to encounter exchange students or foreign scholars (though Bucharest could be similar). The medical school is renowned and doctor's offices are ubiquitous. I assume that the students either come from wealthier families or benefit from more government financial aid, because I was surprised to see how many students were out on the town and in the coffee shops instead of saving their pennies for dinner or dorm fees.
The city somehow felt more sophisticated than other Romanian cities. Of course, that could be because we (myself and four other Fulbright women) indulged in things like a sushi restaurant and the massive and brand new mall. But I also got an excellent vibe from the city. I hope to go back soon.
But before that, more travels! On Friday I head far west to Timisoara, on Saturday over to Serbia for the weekend, then back to Bucharest for Fulbright Orientation 2.0. This week is like spring break in January.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
"Borrowing the American Dream"
The essay below was written by Anamaria Todor. She is an American Studies student and wrote this essay as part of a final project for my class. I found this piece to be extremely complex and enlightening – and I’m hoping you can learn something about Romanian society from her perspective. Oh, and her flawless English doesn’t exactly detract from the essay either. Her e-mail address is anna_todor@clicknet.ro and she said she doesn’t mind if people contact her with questions. :)
Borrowing the American Dream
At a first glance, the Romanian and American societies seem to have nothing in common. The first belongs to a country with a slowly emerging economy, while the second is over-saturated with both economical and technological development. Still, I urge you to take a closer look. You will soon discover that Romanians share a distorted version of John Locke’s opinion that “in the beginning, all the world was America” (Hochschild, Jennifer – “Facing up the American Dream: Race, Class and Soul of the Nation”). At least culturally, for Romanians, all people still belong to this untamed American Paradise. Romania may never have been America, but Romanians were Americans too. People of Romanian ethnicity believe this to such an extent that they take the right to be the owner of their personal American dream.
Is this irony or just the direct consequence of an erroneous advertising strategy? Analyzing Romanian society from the historical point of view will underline the following conclusion: Romanians still psychologically live in the shadow of the communist threat. A contrast arises between the image of a country still trying to shake off the communist nightmare and the vibrant American dream. Why endure an opportunity purgatory when you can “work hard and play by the rules” in order to “be given a chance to go as far as your God-given ability will take you?” (President Bill Clinton, speech of Democratic Leadership Council,1993; Hochschild, Jennifer – “Facing up the American Dream: Race, Class and Soul of the Nation”). Taking this portrait of the American Dream even further, Romanians omit what Jennifer Hochschild described as the absolute side of pursuing the Dream: “reaching some threshold of well-being” or “a chance for self-respect”. To Romanians, the Dream is mostly a relative concept by excellence, implying not only to reach over the living standards of others but also to leave the others behind. It’s tight competition, that can’t function in an abstract context. It’s literally walking over dead bodies.
You may already wonder why I keep calling it the American Dream and not the Romanian dream or something similar. This is because Romanians don’t really have a national dream. They have chosen to borrow other cultural trends (and indeed it all became a “trend”), go to other countries –especially the USA- and loose their own cultural identity. Let us delve deeper into details.
Due to the Democratic revolution of 1989 Romania should be a country of all opportunities, a new ground. It’s all about clearing away the past and starting a new future. In fact, the Romanian society doesn’t have some of the serious problems of the American one. Let’s take healthcare into consideration. According to Publicagenda.com (“Overview: Health care”), the American society is based on the managed care system, which means that the health care of most people is managed by private companies, or HMOs (health maintenance organizations). The state only covers the elderly through a program known as Medicare and an estimate of 40 million poor people through the Medicaid program. This leads to poor quality and a low range of services, as HMOs try to limit the expenses by imposing certain conditions to the patients: visiting a certain doctor or hospital, buying cheap drugs, for example. Romania, on the other hand, is closer to achieving the well known concept of universal healthcare. The state covers most health care expenses, it gives full coverage to children, old people, the employed and –in less complex cases- even the unemployed at the cost of bigger income taxes. The technological burst has left Romanian medical facilities behind though. Full health coverage renders the state incapable of supplying hospitals with top-tech medical apparatus and sometimes even with vital medicine. As a direct consequence, patients have an unwritten “Bill of rights” in Romania, which is not strengthened by law though. Practically, a patient is free to visit the medical institution he or she likes and can sew anyone from the doctor he is unsatisfied with to the Healthcare Ministry or the State. In the United States, “at least 40 states has passed some versions of” this “Bill of rights”, “but the Congress is still considering national legislation” and “managed-care firms are generally immune from being sued for their decisions” (Publicagenda.com - “Overview: Health care”).
Though the system is not perfect, Romania has never faced such a huge healthcare crisis as the States have. Moreover, it was never a national issue, to affect Presidential Elections (see the New York Times’ “It was Clinton vs. Obama on Health care” article). This is just one small example to prove that the situation is not so grim in Romania. Still, people here choose to swallow up their national spirit and add up to the USA immigration problem. Www.census.org statistics point out that over 367,310 Americans are of Romanian ancestry. Immigration, manifested in huge population movements into America from over the Ocean or from South America, menaces the economical balance of the country, especially in its illegal form. More and more Americans are raising the “unfairness” argument, which states a strong belief that “illegal immigrants use more in public services than they contribute in the local taxes” and “get a better deal from the government than legal citizens” (Kronholz, June. “Stoking the Immigration Fire”. Wall Street Journal, 2007). Immigrants are also seen as culturally overwhelming and as jobs stealers. They offer to work for lower wages and sometimes surpass the employer’s expectations. For example, some Romanians that illegally travel to the USA are quite skilled in their field of domain.
In the end, why are Romanians slowly fading away into the USA cultural mosaic? It may be their desire to forget an unwanted past or their hope for a better living. Or their refusal to see reality from an outer perspective. Or maybe just the colorful postcards, or the blinking text of Internet ads. Can’t we all borrow dreams?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
a note on teaching
While I'd like to claim that this is a simple oversight to be blamed on my fascination with all other parts of life - alas that is not true.
The thing is, I am teaching first year university students. Five times a week, I walk into a classroom of 30 or more students just a few years younger than me who are paying to learn from me. They are there to learn English and to learn about the United States.
Do I feel qualified? Of course not. And you can understand why...in the United States, this would never happen. I am simply a college graduate, not even qualified for a managerial position at The Gap (which doesn't matter, cause we ain't got no Gaps in Romania). And yet, here across the woods in Transilvania, that's not a problem.
Yes, higher education in Romania is different. I've heard from other teachers (REAL professors included) that cheating, copying, plagiarism is rampant - even among graduate students. But I would hesitate to accept that all Romanian universities are like mine, that all college students are like mine.
I've gathered that the mechanical engineering department, the forestry department, even math and chemistry are very good here. And it's not that the Faculty of Letters is bad...I am just trying to justify the fact that here, I am not just a teaching assistant - I am considered a teacher in my own right.
I guess I can explain my lack of posts on teaching by telling you that I'm a little embarrassed that I'm teaching university classes. My teaching duties include writing my own curriculum and syllabus, making up a course name even. No one checks in on what I'm teaching or how the students are progressing. I feel overwhelmed by my understanding of this sort of responsibility - as I've said, in the States (and at many other universities, even in Romania) I would never be invited to this. All I have to my name is a B.A. in Sociology - not even a minor in American Studies or TEFL.
But right now, I'm a little more confident. I've been reading over the final essays of my students, and I've gotta say, I'm feeling a bit proud of them. It's hard to say whether it has more to do with me or with them (does it matter?), but it seems like they've actually learned something in the past four months.
I remember my first night in Romania, I confessed to Cynthia (a Fulbrighter who trains Romanian teachers of English) that I felt incredibly unqualified. I felt like someone had made a mistake, that I should not be allowed to stand in front of a college classroom. She told me to take advantage of the opportunity - yeah, it would never happen in America, but nevertheless I had the chance to teach university students. So I should make the most of it.
Anyway, now that I'm feeling a little more confident, I plan to write a little more about classroom-related business, including highlights from these excellent final essays I am reading.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
"Delta" sounds like "Devil"
For those of you who heard of the difficulties I had getting to Romania, you know why I would begin to have problems with Delta Airlines. It's gotten worse now that I've received a response from their "Customer Care" department. At this point, I've learned that:
1. Delta employees resemble robots in their ability to process information (the kind of robots that are STUPID),
2. Delta employees do not know how to read,
3. I hate Delta Airlines.
Stay tuned.*
*And if you happen to be someone who flew to Romania on Delta, can we talk?
P.S. Flying back from Turkey, my Tarom Airlines flight to Bucharest was 21 hours delayed. We had to wait around at the Istanbul airport (and people can smoke inside this airport) for 14 hours as they pushed our flight back hour by hour. It was excruciating and draining and I was tired.
BUT if asked to compare experiences with Tarom with experiences with Delta, I would describe Tarom as LOVE and Delta as the farthest thing from. I hate Delta Airlines.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Wrapping up Christmas in Romania
Friday, January 11, 2008
Venturing out of Romania
We were there for several days, so we started out seeing the big sites - the Aya Sofia, Bisilica Cistern, and though we saved the Blue Mosque for a later day we saw that too. We meandered through the Grand Bazaar and the Spice Bazaar, though just outside that area was my favorite spot, since that's where I got pistachios, fresh ground coffee, and a mini garlic grater. We did a day cruise on the Bosphorous so we could get a glimpse of the Black Sea (which is beautifully blue). I had some fish while dozens of stray cats clamored around me one afternoon, and another night ate french fries at 7 Kat overlooking the city from the top floor of a building on top of a hill.
New Year's itself was pretty awesome, although we didn't really take part in any organized celebration. Opting out of the 100 euro cover for most parties and restaurants, we ended up eating at some crappy overpriced cafeteria-style joint. The food was cold - mine was a mash of potatoes and zucchini, I think. Anyway, most meals were much better. But New Year's is apparently high season in Istanbul so I can't complain.
Midnight was awesome. We went to the roof terrace of a hotel right by the Blue Mosque, from where we could see the Sea of Marmara, the Aya Sofia, the Asia side of the city, and across the Golden Horn. As the New Year approached, fireworks started going off in every direction. We saw little bursts of light way off in the distance in addition to the loud bangs that belonged to fireworks set off by the bars below - too close for us to see. The only sad part was that the big fireworks over the Bosphorous were blocked by the Aya Sofia. But otherwise, it was all very fun, and I fell asleep shortly thereafter (I think shivering in the cold on the roof terrace wore me out).
Being in Istanbul made me a little bit sad. I've been having a decent time in Romania, but once I was around all the excitement in Istanbul I realized that I'm missing out on a lot by being in a little country like Romania. Maybe I'm starting to feel like some Romanians, who don't understand why someone would choose to come to their country and who just want to get out and to a country that is more significant. That's a little harsh, of course: I do like Romania, I think it's a good place for me to be this year and I really enjoy the things I do here and the people I'm befriending. I think though that Istanbul was a reminder that there is a lot more out there that I want to experience! And, that I am looking forward to getting back to the United States - 6 months from now - and settling into life a little more.