Post-Grad Blog Post #1

These are copied from my (theoretically monthly) Life-update Emails

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May 19th, 2018 – August 6th, 2018

New Chapter

Shoutout Abby Harrison HC ’19 for this recap video of our DiverseCity Hoops Camp at Haverford

Looking Back
Looking Forward
A Query
A Reading List
Music Appreciation
Possible Collaboration

This summer has served as somewhat of a reflection period to revisit many of the places and some of the people who have taught me technical skills like reading, writing, or cleaning one’s dishes with dirt while hiking, while also attempting to cultivate values, like appreciation for education, nature, health, and shared opportunities.

If anything sticks out to you that you would like to know more about, please let me know! And also let me know what’s going on in your world!

Looking Back – Summary Since Graduation:

  • Toured with my Haverford S-Chords A Cappella group to NYC, Boston, Maine (See video below for Bar Harbor performance and our biggest fan!)
  • Worked for Green Zebra Farm (I’m done, but you can still stop by the Friday 2-6 pop-up stand in Narberth, PA!)
Looking Forward:
Sunday, August 26th – Quaker Voluntary Service National Orientation at Pendle Hill.
Friday, August 30th – Move to Boston/Ashmont
September 4th – Begin work with the New Economy Coalition

Query:
(I plan to have one of these in all emails – I’ll give some brief musings and hope it can serve as a good possible prompt for people to respond to)

Who loved you into loving? Who talked you into talking? Who _____ you into _____ (Inspired by watching the Mr. Rogers Documentary)

As I reflect on the transition out of formal educational institutions (at least until I decide on which grad degree to pursue…), the power of education and the beauty of teachers, both formal and informal, have only been reinforced. I saw the Mr. Rogers Documentary with some DiverseCity Hoops staff, and the lesson that who we are is often learned hit home particularly after we had just spent a week with 30 campers on the court and in our classroom/discussions during camp.

The main lesson is that, from the get go, someone loved you into who you exist as today. It may not feel like that all the time, and it may have come from unexpected places, and often it seems like we can’t even pin down where we learned something from. So to reflect back to however I learned my first word or my air guitar playing to my Uncle’s album as a kid to flash forward to more recent years of making music videos or even just writing this email is pretty wild, in my opinion.

It has been a pretty incredible process to think about all of the people who have taught me everything from shooting a basketball and swimming as ways to take care of my health, to singing and writing as forms of expression, to researching and reading as forms of truth seeking, etc.

It would be a bit much for this email to list out everyone who has played a role in growing me (and again, it would end up incomplete anyways), but I will say that even just within this summer, I have been reaffirmed that many folks within the institutions of Friends School of Baltimore, Catoctin Quaker Camp, Jakarta International School, Westtown School, and Haverford College have been my staples, and I am SO grateful to have had so many great teachers and role models of all types through these places.

I also would be remiss not mention all of the learning done from non-humans. Even just spending the past week cutting out brush and pulling vines at our house teaches one that nature is really in charge here on Mother Earth, no matter how much we might try and claim control.

In another way, I take this appreciation of learning now into this position with the New Economy Coalition, thinking about the many things we have learned about everything, from where our energy comes from, to internalized discrimination, to our identities as consumers and wondering what we can, should, and probably need to relearn after having such incredible capacity to absorb from our earliest days.

Interesting things to read:
5-Minute Favor: Professor Shannon Mudd at Haverford sent me a  link to an excerpt from a book about how there are Givers, Takers, and Matchers in the context of helping people in their pursuits, but that regardless, a helpful way to frame life might be in “5 Minute Favors”. Happy to send along the PDF.

Fair Shot: Book by a Facebook co-founder advocating for a Universal Minimum Income in the United States (read: different from universal basic income)

The Alchemist: Philosophical book about pursuits of Universal Language

Music I’ve listened to more than an average human might:

Friends Francis and the Lights feat. Bon Iver and Kanye West

Need to Know Macklemore feat. Chance the Rapper

TEAM Andy Mineo & Wordsplayed feat. BEAM

Collaboration:
Let me know if there are must-see places, or must-visit people in Boston.

My sister, Rachel Graf Evans, will be moving back to Philadelphia to begin her Masters of Fine Arts in Musical Theater Collaboration at Temple University – if you think of anyone in the Philly area she might want to tie into, let me know, and keep an eye on her productions for the near future.

If anyone knows of any sports sales jobs in the Philadelphia area let me know.

If anyone has any leads on editing positions for a former Student Body President at Westtown-turned Princeton graduate, please let me know.

A future S-Chord catches the bug at the Village Green Pavilion in Bar Harbor, ME

I hope I haven’t scared you into unsubscribing already. I do hope to hear back at least every so often!

Sincerely,
Jeremy

Getting Back on Track

Well folks…. Sorry for going MIA for the past two months. It has become clear that writing essay long blog posts doesn’t seem conducive to me turning it into a habit. My new routine will be just post pictures and captions maybe with some longer blurbs in between in the hopes that the photos can do most of the talking. A picture is worth a thousand words, right?

I’m going to start a longggg time ago, back on September 24th. I have some essay-esque writings that I have been trying to catch up with over the past month but it proved too much. Can’t have what was produced go to waste though, so I will post that and then resume with the new photo focused format.

“On Saturday (Sept. 24) Morning, I headed to a store on the property of a farm, Domäne Dahlem, that hosts educational days with workshops and events for kids. As I got off of the train, streams of adults holding the hands of small children also poured out of the other train cars. Hard for me to dislike how many Germans do their darnedest to make sure their kids get some level of environmental exposure and knowledge of how real food is grown…

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After going shopping at the Domäne Dahlem farmer stand, I head to brunch! A member of our IES group decided, incredibly generously, to host a brunch for whoever in our program wanted to come. For just a small donation the spread was outrageously good. From fruit salad to muffins to eggs to French toast we had more than enough to feast upon while playing cards against humanity (a game which the world could really do without, lol) and then the fishbowl game (Shoutout to my Heritage Academy trip who taught me that game!).

After Brunch I had about 2 hours before I had to be at my first club basketball game. I had tracked a Facebook event for a Palestinian culture festival for about a week but unfortunately found out I had a Basketball game at 6, and the festival started at 4. It was 30 minutes away from where brunch was, and it would be 30 minutes from the basketball game. I balked and waited 30 minutes before finally deciding that this was a unique chance and decided to go. After the train ride and wandering around trying to find the darn place, I found it in a public park community center. Ultimately I went in and got to enjoy a plate of Hummus, tabouleh, grapeleaves, and couscous and listen to a couple musicians from Ramallah. It was well worth it.img_2759 I realized that I had brought my Keffiyeh to intentionally be able to rep that part of the world while elsewhere, but I had forgotten to put it in my bag in the morning. I was sad thinking that I didn’t have anything that people would identify with amongst all of the traditional dresses the women wore that were covered in Palestinian embroidery. I then pulled out my wallet to pay the small entrance fee and was pleasantly reminded that I carry Palestinian embroidery everywhere with me by way of my wallet that I bought in Ramallah. Not to mention it of course has my favorite color, orange, in its embroidery.

I rushed from the festival to my game and made it in time to play my first game for ISS Berlin. The team we played had not won a single game last season, and it seems as though that trend may continue through this season as well. We won handily 97-28. Regardless, it has been nice to play and meet some friendly folks along the way. The best insight I can give you into this undertaking is a sneaky pre-game photo, taken by a teammate, of me doing a Cory Walts (Shoutout HC S&C: Head to Heel Strong as Steel) approved stretch routine before the commencement of balling.

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On Sunday (Sept 25th) I was able to make it to Meeting for Worship at Berlin’s Quaker Meeting for the first time. That Sunday also happened to be the day of the Berlin Marathon! On the way to Meeting, the first small batch of the competitors strode by my apartment before the thousands of other participants streamed by. Not too shabby to have the fastest runners in the world run by your doorstep.img_2771The place where they gather for Sunday worship is also the office of the American Friends Service Committee in Berlin, so I of course had to take a selfie when I had first located the office; Quaker Oats man T-Shirt for the win.img_2443

After Meeting for Worship, I was determined to get the basketball shoes that I have so desperately needed. After rolling through high school with the privilege of having shoes provided for me through our sponsorship with Under Armor, it had been ages since I had actually gone to a shoe store to buy basketball shoes. On my way to the FootLocker House of Hoops, I came across the Berlin Marathon course again. It had now been about 5 hours since the race had begun and these were folks jogging along the final 10km of the course. Though google maps told me it was open, I was disappointed to find the FootLocker closed. I retreated to the Nike store I had passed a couple blocks back. Lucky for me, due to the marathon, they were running a 20% off sale which could be applied to things already on sale. My lucky day. Consumerism is still worthy of criticism 😉 but in short, I now have adequate footwear for all of my sporting/fitness/adventure endeavors. I know that was important for everyone to know…

After shopping I got home and promptly moved on to my next weekend mission, cooking for the week. I then realized that the dried beans that I had bought had to be soaked overnight before I could cook them. Experience is the best teacher… I sautéed my vegetables from Domäne Dahlem instead, and called into S-Chords rehearsal as I did. I hear they are performing rampantly, and bringing good vibes to campus and can’t wait to rejoin them in the Spring.

Side Note: If anyone has been wondering what my most difficult experience with the German language has been thus far, undoubtedly it was trying to explain baseball to my host father in German…. What a convoluted sport… That being said, if that’s the worst it’s gotten, I am doing a-ok.

Wednesday (Sept. 28th) after class I was determined to not just sit around and look up different places I COULD go, but instead actually GO somewhere. I settled upon Tempelhof Airfield. Not only was it top of the bucket list, but it was also in biking distance. My hosts have kindly offered to let me use their bikes, and so I hopped on a bike and made the 15 minute journey to Hitler’s former airport project, now turned public recreation park. What a strange space. A looming airport building arches around one side of the fields/run ways. The arch was meant to be continued around the other side, but when the Nazi regime fell, the people of Berlin elected not to complete it. It also served as the runways where US planes conducted the airlifts to keep West Berlin fed when the Soviets cut off access roads in an effort to starve West Berlin into accepting food from the East. I got to write a couple postcards, observe the various activities happening, like rollerblading, kite surfing, jogging, biking, dog running, drone flying and all the rest.

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On my way out I was treated to a gorgeous sunset across the open runways.img_2798

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Tiergarten

Last Thursday (Sept 29.) following class I decided to venture to the Technical University of Berlin where the International Peace Bureau would be hosting their World Congress on the theme of Global Disarmament. Preceding the World Congress was the annual meeting of the Abolition 2000, a coalition of organizations adamant about ridding the world of nuclear weapons that threaten human existence. I want people to really think about that… We have 100s of weapons, constructed in this world by fellow humans, which have the capability to end the human race.

Welcomed kindly by a woman from the Netherlands named Suzie, I got to sit through the back half of their Thursday afternoon meeting. The theme that constantly came up as people shared the different means through which their organizations have strived to bring attention to the topic, was the desire to do more non-violent direct action (i.e. blocking the roads leading to nuclear plants etc.). Another theme was the media’s silence on the topic, seemingly pushed to the side after being a hot button (pun not intended) topic during the Cold War.

I was lucky to get to chat with the man sitting next to me at the end of the meeting. He coordinates a global network of Peace Museums and is a professor in the Department of Peace Studies at the University of Bradford. His latest research focuses on Notable Peace Philanthropists like Andrew Carnegie, the widow of the founder of McDonalds and many more. Follow the link to see some of this work!

Starting that Friday (Sept 30th) the International Peace Bureau held their World Congress in Berlin at the Technical University of Berlin. The theme was Global Disarmament for a Climate of Peace. For the Technical University to host this was somewhat of historical importance given that they were one of the Universities that held responsibility for research being done towards lethal means in the Hitler/Nazi era.

I went to the opening plenary on Friday night and got to see a great lineup of speakers including Tawakkol Karman, 2011 Nobel Peace Prize Laureate!img_2829

The night ended with a statement made by Samir Amin, a prominent economist and Director of the Third World Forum. His call was to amend UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon’s statement that “The world is overarmed and peace is underfunded” to say “The West is overarmed”. The points of view were varied. There were some who only called for the halt of the illegal weapons trade, and others who probably wished that all guns everywhere would be abolished. The common thread was that military budgets worldwide could be spent in was that could more effectively care for citizens of nation-states and of the world if people could just agree to stop wasting resources on an arms race that can ultimately lead only to fear and destruction.img_2829

Burgers and Hip Hop Oct 1st

            On Saturday (Oct 1st) I strayed from my plant based diet for the sake of a unique event. As I investigated Facebook for events going on in Berlin, I came across one called Burgers & Hip Hop. The title speaks for itself. Burgers & Hip Hop is an organization that coordinates burger competitions complimented by Hip Hop parties.

On the way though, staying true to my love of real plant food I made a pit stop.

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The Prinzessinnengarten, a huge urban community garden. Just yet another project on one of Berlin’s unused lots.

Annnnddd. Back to the greasy vein clogging.

There was both an outside portion of grills

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and the inside portion that was later transformed into a dance floor area

img_2858 The theme of this particular event? Bacon. For those of you who do not know, my nickname in the Haverford College Ford S-Chords, is Bacon-Strips. Among the reasons why, my love for Bacon. One may think the fact that I have been avoiding eating meat contradicts that statement. I believe one can part sadly from something that they love for reasons of conscience. This time, I could not refuse the offer presented. I paid for the “Feast” ticket, which got me in early and allowed me a half burger from each of the 7 vendors competing. Wow. There were some outrageously delicious burgers.img_2859

 

StadtLand Fest Oct 1-3

            It was only later that I found out that Burgers and Hip Hop was actually part of a wider wonderful event. That event was the Berlin Food Week. I eagerly sought out the other components of such a week and found myself in a 4 block space of the city dedicated strictly to street vendors. There was a cheese street, a dessert street, a bread street and a street food street. It was glorious.img_2844img_2840

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Schoeneberg KurbisFest Oct 2nd

After coming home from the StadtLandfest, I got to the front door of my apartment building and there was a poster for the local pumpkin (“Kurbis” in German) festival that had also been happening that weekend. It was listed to end at 8PM and I looked at my phone to see 8:05PM… classic. I went anyways, figuring I could catch the very end of the packing up phase. When I got there, there was a live band playing the end of their set and most of the stands still had their stuff out. There just seem to be street bazaars/markets everywhere (keeping me in eager anticipation of the renowned Christmas markets). There were carnival rides, pumpkin carvers, and booth after booth of either food or craft.

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Because why wouldn’t you throw a giant trampoline structure in the road for a pumpkin festival?

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The stand selling flower bulbs made me automatically think of my Grandma Lu and her love for flowers

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Germans are capable pumpkin/gourd carvers… don’t doubt it…

German Reunification Day Oct 3

            Monday, October 3rd was a national holiday for the day of reunification in 1990. We had classes off, so I spent part of the day at the Topography of Terror museum where the Nazi regime is recounted in the different ways that fear was leveraged to coerce citizens into submission with the Third Reich. It seemed like a fitting day to hold some attention to a time in which the state was unified around Hitler. Democratic institutions are fragile. The Nazis came to power democratically. There was no coup, just elections, concentration of power, and the resulting fear driven policies. Just a healthy reminder of what human civilizations have permitted to happen under the auspices of fear. img_2883

GDR Museum Oct 4th

The Wednesday following Unification day, my Identity in Contemporary Europe class went on a field trip to the GDR Museum. The GDR was the state of East Germany, the socialist regime. Following the fall of the wall there has been a factor of Nostalgia for former citizens of the GDR who insist that life was better under the Soviet’s rule and long for the days of the past. The crucial thing missing in this “Ostalgie” (Ost=East in German; hooray wordplay), is the reality of the repression faced by anyone who did not conform to the regime. It’s easier to appreciate a system when you don’t feel it is restricting your freedom. In the museum it showed all the eastern goods that used to be sold in the grocery stores, it had segments from the radio stations. It also gave insight into the life of a Soviet soldier, the common working family, and the hypocritically luxurious lifestyle of most of the East German leaders. That reality is what leads one of my professors to say that, “socialism has never happened before.” The debate about whether or not that’s because humans naturally can’t work within such a system is one that I won’t get into here. Similarly though, one can say that the world has never seen a nation-state that is truly a democracy. That would entail everyone getting one vote on every single decision facing the nation-state. I’m gonna stop PoliSci lecturing though…

Innsbruck, Austria October 7th-9th

The following weekend Friday October 7th, I and 8 other IES students took an overnight bus to Innsbruck for the weekend. This also corresponded with the beginning of the SChords’ Fall Break tour. I got a wonderful 3AM call from the boys following their first concert and it warmed my heart to watch them perform at their little after-party. Among other things, the weekend included a museum visit, a group made meal featuring a questionably large spaghetti to sauce ratio, and a hike with many ups and downs, both literally and figuratively. It started with an innocent book on the hotel’s check in desk. As we checked into our camping ground Saturday night and debated our plan for the next days schedule, trying to balance a hike with maybe some other ventures into the city for those who weren’t feeling that a full hiking day was what they were looking for. I flipped through the pages of some of the random binders on the desk and happened upon one that listed a free, guided hike option for each day of the week. I asked the man at the desk if I was reading correctly that it was free. It seemed too good to be true. We would get a free bus ride to a town over at 9AM, hike from our elevation at 800m to a restaurant area at 1600m. We could all grab lunch together, and then those who wanted to cap their hiking quota there would be free to take a gondola ride back down and others who were craving more altitude could continue up to a 2400m peak. It was a beautiful compromise. But as I said, there were a few ups and downs. The bus that was supposed to come at 9, wasn’t there at 9. 9:10…. Nothing. I had double-checked several times with the receptionist that 9 had been correct. He confirmed every time. While we waited outside at the supposed bus stop, I asked another group member to go back to the desk to check just one more time—I was feeling bad that I kept nagging the guy and figured that maybe I might have been asking incorrectly. FINALLY the bus came around 9:20. We were relieved. We had to be at the tour meeting point at 10, and it seemed as though we were still on schedule. Little did we know we had to catch a connecting bus to the village and given that our first bus was TWENTY MINUTES LATE we missed that connection. Long story short, we hiked a long way up just to find the restaurant that we were promised would be open was closed. I am ever grateful for the group for being able to laugh it off and not throw things at me or roll me down the mountain… Half the group continued past the closed restaurant to a couple other peaks and the other half headed straight down to a restaurant where we all met happily ever after to eat and be warm after the day’s adventure. Not pictured is the spaghetti dinner that we made that night in our little camp apartments, or the heaping plate of leftovers I was left to finish in the morning because we grossly over estimated our pasta needs but NO FOOD GOES TO WASTE! (See Facebook for group hike photos!)img_2940

At the happy beginning

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At the happy middle; somewhere around here Beatles songs were sung extensively 🙂

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Luckily the clouds blew off a little for a view of Innsbruck

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Just a happy hiker after his post hike meal.

Berlin Light Festival Running Tour Oct 14th

The Berlin Festival of Lights happens annually where buildings all over the city are illuminated with different projections. My IES friend Craig and Club Basketball friend Maxim agreed to join a running group tour Friday night starting at 7 which ran us around to all the main sights in the city center. Being abroad has given me a massive appreciate for combining sight seeing with physical activities and this was a happy medium.

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You can’t really tell, but the Light Festival display on the side of the Environmental agency briefly had an otter in it. I tried to capture it, but you just see a blob of brown… Otters are the best and I am glad Berlin recognizes that, that’s really all you need to take from this…

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With the Light Display on the Berliner Dom (aka Cathedral)

Budapest Oct 20-23 with Eric Ekas Westtown ’14. Been at it since 4th Grade

What better post midterms reward than to visit Ekas in Budapest. There was a vegetarian all-you-can-eat buffet, memorials, hummus, dancing, and some really long long nights…

 

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Monuments on monuments

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Strolling the Streets

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Wow… Yum…

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Columns on the second floor??? Ok…

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Just some big boys in Budapest’s Heroes’ Square in Westtown quarter zips, and jeans. Classic 🙂

Zurich/Hinwil Switzerland Oct 28-30 to visit more of the Westtown family, Morgan and Jeanine Maddox!

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The view looking out the plane window over Switzerland

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Friday (Oct. 28th) upon arrival, after strolling the streets of Zurich for a little, Sir Maddox treated me to a dinner at Haus Hiltl, the longest consecutively open vegetarian restaurant in the world, open since 1898! (Ask Guinness book of world records, not me…)

On Saturday we made a venture up a mountain on a ski lift to share a lunch with a view of the Swiss Alps. Just strollin up above the clouds.

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On the way home following our mountain adventure, we stopped at the exhibit of a local woodworking artist. Below are just a couple of his many cool works.

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After a community concert featuring a youth orchestra with their son Caleb, and a percussion ensemble taught by Jeanine playing a couple pieces composed by Morgan, Saturday night had passed and Sunday had already arrived. Couldn’t forget a final selfie before heading through security at the airport. So thankful for these guys, their hospitality, and generosity. Awesome to have gotten a glimpse into their world post-Westtown.

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The 21st Birthday Week

Oct 31st means only the beginning of No-Shave-November, and thus the fun that comes from the process of shaving clean to start the month.

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On Wednesday, the one and only Hannah Fairchild WT ’14 came to visit from Copenhagen for the bday weekend (but really coming from a hike in Slovenia…!) We ran around between markets, the East Side Gallery and a soccer game. We biked to Tempelhofer Feld and to a plant based burger joint just to bike back home in the freezing rain singing J Cole, Disney tunes and the Ants Go Marching… Here are a few pics from these adventures 🙂

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Just checkin out Street Food Thursday (Nov 3rd.) at Markthalle Neun, a 125 year old market building

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Naturally we found ourselves some Kanaan Hummus 🙂 img_3255

Outside the 1936 Olympic stadium before a Hertha BSC game on Friday Nov. 4th!

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Inside the Olympic Stadium!img_3266

We’re just some happy campers 🙂img_3259

Shoutout Jesse Owens, stickin’ it to Hitlers whole superior race theory thing.. #4GoldsDoe

After a Saturday night birthday celebration that spanned from a vegan pizza dinner through late night dancing, Sunday had finally arrived and after I dropped Hannah at the train station I realized I didn’t really have any plans for my actual b-day. After some brainstorming I thought I would head to the Natural History Museum. I set on my way to the epic museum and then realized how nice of a day it was. Berlin has been pretty cloudy, windy, cold and gross in any combination of those things through October and November but the sun was out on the 6th and I wasn’t going to hole myself up in a museum. SO, still wanting to do something with animals, I headed to the Berlin Zoo! Zoos are still questionable to me in terms of the captivity of animals but at the same time it is remarkable to be able to witness the many variations of evolution all in one space. I took more videos than photos so I don’t have much for ya, but it was a good way to spend the day.

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State of the European Union Address Nov. 9

One of my professors was able to get us in to the European Union State of the Union address by Jean-Claude Juncker, President of the European Commission, the day after the US election. We quickly figured out it was a big deal that we were even in the room.img_3313

The location was so central that the balcony where the reception was held over looked the Brandenburg Gate

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The venue, the Allianz Forum, is across the street from the U.S. Embassy. Following the speech as we walked to the train station we came across this vigil. I’d say it speaks for itself. We will figure out a way to heal. I hope people will let me know if they need support.

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Bulgaria Nov. 10-13 visit to Molly O’Keefe, sibling by affection and Fulbright Teacher

As Molly would say, she and my oldest sister Rachel have been best friends since the womb when both of our mothers became friends while pregnant with them 26 or so years ago in Baltimore. Our fathers worked together with Catholic Relief Services and our families have been lucky enough to be able to cross paths ever since we moved away from Baltimore to Indonesia. Having never imagined visiting Bulgaria, Molly was THE perfect reason to go (credits to mom for the idea). I was welcomed by her Fulbright friend Andrew in the Capital, Sofia. After hopping on a bus Friday morning to her city of Stara Zagora, I was lucky to get a look into the life of Fulbright English Teaching Assistants as I sat in on Friday classes and her other Fulbright friend, Boris, joined us Saturday for a hike, some good food, and a night of darts and conversation. I also got to meet her boyfriend Nasko and some of his friends as we spent time out and about in Stara Zagora.

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Thursday night at the Alexander Nevsky Cathedral in Sofia (Photo Credit: Andrew)

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Friday I got to visit classes with Molly both in the orphanage she teaches in and in the Language school where she is placed for her Fulbright position. In case anyone was wondering how to spell my name in Bulgarian! Thanks to one of Molly’s students at the orphanage, now we know!img_3352

Bulgaria has Roman ruins! Too bad for you my face is blocking them….

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On our Saturday afternoon hike with Molly, Boris, and Nasko (Molly’s boyfriend)

SO. That brings us up to date to today… November 14th… like two months later… Obviously I have decided I can’t cover everything, but this is better than nothing. Looking forward, I get to go to a Chance the Rapper concert Wednesday, I meet my parents in Salzburg, Austria on Thursday, we come back to Berlin Sunday and head to the Philharmonic, Thanksgiving is on the horizon, a week-long program field trip to Paris, the Christmas markets and of course school.

Quick shoutout to HCBALL! They start the season Tuesday night, and I wish I could be there but I wish them the best of luck as we build towards the postseason. Every day I get more excited looking forward to January when I get to play again. I miss the Gardner Center grind like nothing else… Again, can’t wait to see you guys get after it. Get the ball rolling.

No Smiling in the City.

For one of my courses we just read about how human minds are most stimulated when they come across new and unusual things. The reading went on to argue that being in a modern (probably assumed capitalist) metropolis provides so much stimuli in the form of clashing lifestyles, professions, and cultures that in order to not become overwhelmed, humans in the metropolis put on blinders and must become develop a blasé attitude (it also argues that city people learn to ignore anything they don’t think can make them money, but that’s another story). When people develop a blasé attitude, they do not muster the effort to interact with random strangers. Why waste the energy? THAT is why I am stoked to announce that on September 16th, 11 days after my arrival in this city, I FINALLY had a stranger smile back at me! Yes, that’s right, with the exception of a few open minded babies and a mother playing the German equivalent of “I spy with my little eye…” with her kids, eliciting public expressions of joy from strangers has been a fruitless endeavor. So, thus far my “adult without kids” smile count is at one thanks to whoever this mystery man in headphones was. Half the time I accept this and sit stagnant on the S-Bahn with my own solemn resting face, and other times I take a shot at drawing out something more than a blank stare (The least you could do is give me a puzzled look… but again, that would require being open to any sort of brain stimulation…)

All jokes (or lack thereof) aside, it’s been quite the week and a half since my last post. We have passed the first week of classes, a weekend trip to Dresden and some other developments.

As for Dresden, it served as another example of how Germany has been very intentional about incorporating its history of war into its present. Dresden was set on fire by British and U.S. carpet bombing February 13, 1945. The bombings created a firestorm which killed at least 45,000 people (official numbers are disputed due to the presence of poorly documented refugees). The storm was so hot that the sandstone that was used in buildings melted. One of those buildings was the Frauenkirche (Church of Our Lady), the protestant church of the town. When the church was rebuilt, they went through the extensive process to document all the remaining stones, and those which were still useable were used in the reconstruction. This means that in addition to all the blackened buildings that did not come down, the newly built Frauenkirche also holds remembrance of the fire as it is peppered with black stones which were returned to their original places in the structure. This choice to leave reminders of war in public view hopefully serves both as a memorial as well as a caution from engaging in future armed conflict.

Also commemorating armed conflict in Dresden/Germany was the Military Museum. Our Saturday night in Dresden happened to be the traditional one night of the year that museums stay open until 1AM. The military museum was our first stop and I spent hours walking through the documentation of conquests and being frustrated at the patterns of sovereigns taking advantage of those that they could dominate with physical force. Just because one has physical brute force does not necessarily mean their ways of governing are superior.

On Monday, my Identity in Contemporary Europe class took a field trip to a Stasi Prison. As opposed to evidence of the history of physical brute force on battlefields that was displayed by the swords, guns and then missiles in the museums, this was a look at the evidence of mental violence used by the East German regime. Those who held any ideas opposed to the regime were held in isolation cells. The only person they could talk to was the interrogator. Humans are social beings. When you are only given one person to talk to and you are with your thoughts the rest of the day, you succumb to the desire to divulge things to them that you wouldn’t otherwise. I would categorize this as a type of violence. Political persecution is still a thing. It still happens today. We should have better ways to cultivate unity. I’ll leave it at that.

In other news, I made it to a great farmers market to continue my pursuit of eating more plants. I have purchased a basketball and can now go to a gym so we’re that much closer to a healthy daily routine.

I got to meet with the head of B Corp Germany and see what’s going on in the German B Corp world. For those of you who don’t know, a couple years ago I interned for the non-profit B Lab working to support entrepreneurs and businesses that take social, environmental, and governance factors seriously in order to create business models that work as a force for good. Those businesses that reach a certain threshold standard are eligible to become a Certified B Corp. Examples of B Corps (even though many B Corps are not consumer product companies, they are the most widely known) are Ben and Jerry’s, Seventh Generation, Klean Kanteen, Method, Patagonia, Cabot Creamery, etc. From a consumer side it is nice to know that you will get a quality product and you also know what type of intentional world philosophy your money is going to support when you buy even something as commonplace as paper towels or as specialized as a hammock. Let me know if you’re interested in learning more!

I have a ticket to see Chance the Rapper in November a neighborhood over from my host family. Psyched.

My application for my absentee ballot was accepted. REGISTER TO VOTE AND VOTE.

As per usual, I’ll cut it off there before I ramble on forever and just post some photos

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Me pretending I can cook
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Schlachtensee, where I wondered why I quit my swimming career and then got tired while treading water….
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A funky gutter system on a Dresden apartment building. Recently a colorless communist East German town, Dresden now has sporadic displays of color trying to shake the dullness
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A feast. Unfortunately the black hole (my stomach…) could not devour all of it, and there were leftovers that went to waste 😦
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Banners posted by the Opera House along their public square where anti-immigration protests have been hosted. The Opera house makes their stance clear, “Open your eyes, Open your Hearts, Open your Doors,” and finally,”The Dignity of Humans is Sacrosanct” which is a quote from the German Constitution.
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The Frauenkirche with the blacked reused stone from its pre-bombing existence
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A “Graf” found in the Military Museum… Maybe a relative? (Good looks by an IES’r, Ayla)
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Lots of fancy glorification of war gear
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View of Dresden from the tower of the Frauenkirche
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Exploring inside of the Opera House during their open house day, Sunday!
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Also in the public square in front of the Opera House, a gallery of refugee children photos with brief summaries of their stories. Powerful to see them with the blackened buildings in the background. Dresden, like everywhere has known the toll of war.
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A hallway of cells in the Stasi Prison
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An interrogation room
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Open air holding cell. The only place that a prisoner would get to be in fresh air. 

That’s all I can do for now.

Thank you for reading!

Jeremy

Feeling Oriented

Each day that I return to my host family with all of my valuables still in my possession is a wonderful day. Therefore, thus far, every day has been a wonderful day. That being said, since I last wrote on Wednesday, I have gotten to enjoy more than just the fact that I have yet to lose anything.

On Thursday after a couple other Orientation sessions about Living in Berlin and things regarding our Housing, we traveled to the “Story of Berlin” Museum, where we learned about the day to day life of Berliners in more modern historical times (Sorry Charlemagne, you’re old news now). The tour was capped off by a tour of a bomb shelter built in the 1970s meant for use in the case of the detonation of a nuclear bomb. The shelter could be used to fit 3,692 people for two weeks. The concept was to survive just long enough to be rescued and transported elsewhere. The tour guide said that it would likely be first come first served as to who would be let in, up to the strict occupancy limit. I find that hard to believe. As I stood there with a common cold passing through my system, and looking at the minimal health care/infirmary space (about 3 beds), I can only imagine that health, and age among other things would probably come into play especially depending on the extent of the destructive disaster. It was also made clear to us that the rescuer, and safe haven location would remain in question marks until a nuclear disaster actually arrived but they had a communications room for the sake of contact with the outside world by multiple different means. The space has not been approved for use since 2011 or so, but if global politics signaled that its use may be necessary then they could quickly prepare it. Inshallah that is never needed and it can be part of the museum forever.

On Friday, our Orientation sessions covered traveling in Europe and different athletics/extracurricular options through Humboldt-University, our distant but still relevant partner school. As for traveling, I have found 15€ ($16) round trip flights to Bulgaria and Belgium almost every weekend… Yet to be determined what I will pursue. Flights still grind the environmentalist gears in my mind as far as carbon footprints go, so ideally I’ll find alternatives. Regardless of where I travel, I will have a gym as IES has a partnership with the McFit (We haven’t figured out this name… Is it an oxymoron because of McDonald’s? Or is it trying to be the antithesis?) gym chain which conveniently has gyms in 240 locations across Europe. The partnership allows students to get three or four month memberships when generally the minimum contract is an entire year. We have yet to get our memberships however so other forms of exercise (covered later) have had to fill in.

One of the most frequent forms of exercise at this point is walking. Following walking Friday afternoon to the Humboldt cafeteria to investigate its worthiness as a feeding hole we found locked doors. Rather than walk another 20 minutes to another potential cafeteria location, another IES student Russell and I decided to stay in the area and descended upon a hole in the wall named CousCous. Berlin has done well as far as providing anything in the range of healthy whole foods, vegetarian, and vegan options. As for local foods, we’re still working on that. My diet should be a little more diversified than just potatoes (Boil ’em, mash ’em, stick ’em in a stew.. They’re quite versatile in form, but not exactly in nutrients). Annnnyyways, CousCous delivered a good Halloumi sandwich to my plate, and a falafel burrito-esque delight to Russell’s.

Following our lunch we met up with the rest of the group who had trekked to the other cafeteria just to find it also locked. Not ideal… So I guess we’ll learn how that works another time…

Those who wanted to went on a bus tour following lunch. Happy to attend anything free/already paid for as part of the program, I eagerly got on board. Let me tell you, I had some great naps. It made me very glad I never have to drive through Berlin. It felt like every red light, I would fall asleep. I’m definitely not here to tell you that I fell asleep because Berlin is boring. It is more the fact that sitting still on the second level of an open air double decker bus on a warm day directly after lunch is a recipe for naps.  The tour was an automated voice that your earbuds plug into, so have no fear I was not falling asleep in anyones face. All red lights aside, I was awake when we passed things like the Brandenburg Tor, the Holocaust memorial, the German Parliamentary buildings, the Tiergarten, and lines of embassies. Most striking of the embassy street portion was when an anti-Islam propaganda sign caught my eye and I register that it was posted on a pole in front of the Turkish embassy. Berlin has an election within a couple weeks, so politics is front and center of many neighborhood light posts, and this particular placement seemed intentional.

As a counteract against such separatism, our dinner destination post-bus tour was also intentional. Friday night a personal to do list item was checked off. Fellow IES students Alex, Russell and I ate dinner at Kanaan. I learned about Kanaan from an article my sister, Rachel, sent me back when I was still in the U.S. The article mapped out how this unique Israeli/Palestinian co-owned food establishment came into existence. Since reading the article I had not only been ecstatic about the idea of the delicious menu, but also at the prospect of supporting such a cultural and economic partnership that radiates coexistence. It took us a little time to find the place as it doesn’t exactly have very visible signage. It is tucked in the corner of a neighborhood in a small shed hidden behind thicket fences covered in vines which I later realized were growing hops. The neighboring business is a recycled furniture carpentry business based out of an old trailer renovated into a building which ends up being a side wall to the sand sitting area of Kanaan. This is true recycling. The three of us agreed to each order a different dish and share if desired. I ordered the Sabich “Iraqi” hummus. As our dishes came out, we found that essentially you get a bowl of hummus and a piece of pita. It was heavenly. This was a only hummus I have had that rivaled the very hummus you get in restaurants in the Old City of Jerusalem. If you care to patronize an effort of collaboration between humans who are meant to hate each other because of their national/religious affiliations, AND get great food as a result of such collaboration, put Kanaan on your restaurant bucket list.

Saturday those who were interested travelled on another pre-scheduled group trip. This one was at a little more of a distance. We travelled west to the city of Potsdam to explore the palace of the former emperors of Prussia as well as get a sense for some history of the Soviet sector of Germany following World War II. The palace was outrageous. For proof, I will post photos.

Saturday night, another form of miscellaneous exercise arose. On our Friday night trip to Kanaan, Alex, Russell, and I had come across a pretty high quality sports park with some lighted turf soccer fields. On Saturday night, a group of five fine fellas from our IES group decided to return to the park and get some running around in. When the time came, we found a pitch black field. I guess we could have reasonably expected that given that we got there at 9:30 on a Saturday night, but we were not to be deterred. We played despite the lack of lights, lit only by the moon. Romantic, I know. It was. We had a great time, and hope to return to play in the near future.

Today, Sunday, we headed to Mauerpark in the morning which is a famous Sunday flea market. After grabbing some smoothies we wandered the lines of tents. After some admiring of things that I never intended to buy in the first place, the Mauerpark basketball court was found. It is a half court, located directly across from the amphitheater performance space used for talents from “random people try karaoke” to “man gets himself out of straitjacket”. Commence another random exercise event. Luckily there was a guy shooting around, otherwise we would have been out of luck for a basketball. We played a few pickup 2v2 games and then headed on our way to the next stop of the day, Wannsee. Wannsee is one of the freshwater lakes in the outer reaches of Berlin and given that summer is winding down, these are some of the final days to enjoy its swimming/beach amenities. We caught the train out and got to enjoy the water and sun (as well as the latest random exercise of a swim race) for a couple hours before heading back home for a dinner with my host father.

Usually on Sunday nights my host parents have dinner with their real son, but his birthday is this Tuesday so they delayed their dinner until then. Instead, I went out to an Indian restaurant with my host father. My hosts continue to be great. They have dutifully coached me in German thus far, and have been generous and welcoming.

Classes start tomorrow and it is getting late, so I will just throw in some photos and a few final tid bits before hitting the sheets. Until next time 🙂

Tidbits:

Found the Quaker Meeting which is based about a five minute walk from the IES Center

Had dinner at an italian restaurant with IES folks Thursday night and had a run in with some bees.

Banagrams has been played.

 

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Me and Be(a)rlin Bae
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The Brandenburg Tor (Gate), aka a time I was awake on the bus tour
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Kanaan’s dining area (The hummus magic happens in the wood building)
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Here’s the result of the Hummus Magic…
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A beautiful wooden sailboat I came across on a run that reminded me very much of our sailfish at home.
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The grand entry room of the Neues Palais (New Palace) in Potsdam. This was only the summer palace/palace for entertaining the emperor’s guests.
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As if the size of the castle weren’t enough, they had to have intricate wall art made of shells.
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In addition to absurd Crystals and Gemstones in the Main Room’s walls, there is also the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro. No joke. Just to the right of that wall candle holder, that brown point was brought to the emperor from the top of Kilimanjaro by Hans Meyer, the first European to reach its peak.
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A section plated with silver, after all, the rest is plated with gold. You have to switch it up at some point. Can’t have it getting bland.
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Feeling horrified by the 66 ton marble floor sitting on the second floor of the castle which recently was repaired for millions of dollars due to sagging rotten wood supports under the 66 TON (did I mention that already?) floor.
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Smiling outside of this creation which stands as an example of an emperor’s questionable resource management. 
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Outside of a former Nazi/Third Reich building that was later used by the Stasi. As we were told, “Anything horrendous that happened in Potsdam was connected to this building.”

 

 

 

 

 

Halfway Done Orientation Week

It’s Wednesday night, but I guess first off I should say I successfully arrive Monday morning as planned. Though I have been fortunate to travel a lot in my young life, this is nonetheless my first time traveling to a new destination independent of my family or a group of classmates. Although I suppose one could argue I ended up traveling with a group of classmates because I found I was on a flight with a number of other IES bound students. Our trip was uneventful, and upon arrival at Tegel Airport we successfully coordinated two large taxis to take 10 of us to the center therefore drastically reducing our fare per person (score one for thriftiness!).

Over the first couple days at the IES Center, a fair sized building in the Mitte (Middle) region of Berlin, there was ample time for the foundational information of “Where are you from?”, “Where do you go to school?”, “What is your major?”. Today we had a more formal Who’s Who sort of drill in the IES Center which filled in the gaps for those that I hadn’t crossed conversations with yet. We have a really solid assortment of different colleges and hometowns represented and many different backgrounds. For example, travel experience ranges from students who had never travelled abroad before to students who already cross oceans to get to their school in the U.S.

As for Orientation, we’ve gotten an Academic tutorial, including our tentative schedule (more on that when it is finalized after next week’s shopping period). I have German SIM card in my phone now, so I now have a +49 number. We’ve filled forms for our residence permits (riveting stuff I know… but we are guests…). Basically, we’re integrating into IES’s structure, and that takes time and you probably don’t care to read about getting our login for the IES desktops so I’ll leave it at that.

A few other thoughts before I sign off.

My homestay parents are great. We dance around between English and German in our conversations and it is nice to get back into the groove of speaking and return to the feeling where you are not even cognizant of the fact that the person speaking to you has switched from your native language. Granted then they say a word that I don’t recognize and I am swung back into realization that I am FAR from fluency.

Public transportation is a wonderful thing… thank goodness for lowering one’s carbon footprint.

Im trying to find as many vegan/vegetarian places around (Food that comes out of the ground is a wonderful thing, eat it please, because chances are if you are reading this I want you to live a long time, thank you). I have found a couple near the center and one just down the street from my Homestay. Additionally, in case you didn’t know, I love hummus. So for those that know this, you will not be surprised to hear that I have already found 3 hummus places. Though with the tight orientation schedule I haven’t had time to find the one co-owned by an Israeli and Palestinian.

Today, we visited the German Historical Museum. I continue to be affirmed in my choice of Political Science as a major. Something about reading about isolated nobles making societal rules in medieval times just gets me thinking about the peasants who, like Aaron Burr, probably just wanted to be “in the room where it happens” (If you don’t understand the reference, you may just have to listen to the entire Hamilton soundtrack…).

Tonight I found a basketball club team to play pickup with and hopefully join their league when it begins at the end of September. I was one of three newcomers. There was a young Frenchman who just finished his Masters and began working in Berlin on Monday, and an Argentinian who has been in Berlin for a year but only just found this club network. We are hoping to be able to get some pickup games going in parks in the city.

It is far too late so I will just throw some pictures in and sign off.

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The main building of Humboldt University, our IES partner though we take no classes there
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A plaque commemorating an apartment where David Bowie lived just around the corner from my hosts.
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Found the Hummus, maybe they supply the Friends?
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In case you got to the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 10th step and needed to be cautioned that there was a next one… Don’t embarrass yourself in front of Mr. Marx
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Sounds good to me… (Bonus selfie in door)
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And for those who weren’t convinced by the reflection in the door that this blog is actually mine, here is a selfie in the German Historical Museum with my direct ancestor Charlamagne. Questionable ethics, but at least he had some dope facial hair…  It’s genetic