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I came alone, with my joy, my fear and my expectations. I didn't even know where to go and who would be the people around me. It could have been boring. Unsurprising. It could not have been this challenging adventure I gentle dip into. Today, thinking upon the journey I have been to, I feel sadly relieved. Relieved because there were situations driven from bitterness. Sad, because those situations makes me feel a better person today. Sad, because now I leave beautiful people behind that I met in the circumnstances of those situations. Sad, because among this bitterness there were the most enjoyable and intense times; the most life-learning and spiritual-healing experiences.I started in local conferences with AIESEC Thammasat and suddently I was engaged in projects and meeting people from all different teams and the national team. I went to Vietnam and had fantastic surprises in a few hours of deep gorgeous experiences in Ho Chi Min (Saigon). My cards, source of money, were stuck in cash machines. And then, when I came back to Thailand, the flood. Homeless.From then, I had already planned to be in the volunteer team of the World Jam 2011, in Chiang Mai, north of Thailand. I went there and joined the participants, sharing magnificent experiences from outstanding people from completely diverse atmospheres of our globe.After, with a few remaining belongings that was with me and a pair of flip flop, I joined a workshop in Transformative Leadership in Chiang Rai. One morning went far up in the mountains with young brisk amazing people. I attended Thai festivals, interacted with Thai culture and constantly raising my aware of dealing with inner spirituality and balancing body and mind. I went down to Chayiaphum province days after, where I joined a project in a poor farm community to teach English. But suarely the sharing of language skills would not be the purpose of this that was one of the most life-changing experiences for me. That people, that kids in my school, that food, my thai family... that faces will be kept in the most sacred of my memories. The respect, appreciation and overall that uncondicional love stamped in a rather isolated community.In between, I have travelled to many different provinces, and across the country I left many hearts, many shares, much passion and willing to emanate and spread human sensitiveness, identity, connection.And then I learned and learned. Learned how genuine is the art of avoiding personal conflict, and that simplicity often generate beautiful results. That actual development is not aligned with welfare. That we ignore or not realize our inner feelings, our intimate spirituality, and then that often mind and body are unbalanced.That there is something that goes not through language, gestures, actions, or what one gives or receives. There is an essence in common, better captured in a cosmopolitan environment. an essence. empathy, perhaps. It's what connects us. What makes us, from the whole, present by the part. Or what makes us, from the whole (holy?) present, the part.Thailand brought me southeast asia, asia, east, world. across many
ethnics and nationalities. attached in the picture, there are a few gift i have received from people's empathy.I give you an amazing, great, delightful, yummy and fragrant "thank you". It was awesome. And I will remember of this, persons, places, colours and smells, forever.kop khon na krapkop khon na krap!
(again, translated into English via Google Translator - can't review due to lack of time; original version in Portuguese) phase near the end (the middle) Early December 2554/2011My last hours in the Thailand activated my hormones adrenaline. My "father" Thai, embrigado driving and refusing to stop. I had to pull the handbrake and walk away with my colleague from Poland, the project participants at a nearby school (1 hour drive on the highway). I called to assist teachers in the middle of the road late at night. I asked a friend to transfer money to me for my Thai Card (since continued without my card and no money) and when I went out I forgot the password. The card was held at the ATM. I fled to a nearby town with my colleague and the teachers. When I arrived in Bangkok, relieved the weight and let everything quiet. I bought presents for my "family" and sent a letter. What I hear is that I always cry when they talk about me with other school and community ... Seeing the pictures of one of the teachers, I share one curious to view the issue is gender. It is pink, in a friend's wedding transvestite (center), who married the guy in white. (FIGURE 1) ****I began to discover that during my journey in this intense semester I learned a lot to show my own feelings, which are simpler. I always had this self-criticism and difficulty of communicating what I feel (not what I think). Simple as are the Thais, they have this ability (sensitivity, spirituality?) In a unique way. "I'm conscious of what you said, but something inside hurts ... You should not have said that" - I once heard someone and found simple and complete. Now, I rented an apartment in Bangkok again. I have two weeks of classes and exams to pretend that I studied for one semester. Offered shelter to a Finnish friend who does not know what to do, and stayed here a few days. I was drafted to be the guest speaker for a training conference for new "buddies" of foreigners coming to Thailand for projects in AIESEC. Before, with the help of military service, I visited my aparatmento still surrounded by water (80 cm). Garbage, snake, rat, dog and lots of dead destriucao. It was a war.My flat on the ground floor, completely destroyed. Do not remove the belongings were lost, including those placed in a position just above the wardrobe - I never imagined that the water level would reach almost 3 feet tall. ***Quickly divide Rapida questions that I caught the attention these last days: FIGURE 2 - In almost every house, building, commercial, business and even bus stations in Thailand for a little house like a temple, usually near the entrance, which is called "House of the Spirits." They protect the house. The Thais also make requests and promesssas through these houses. FIGURE 3 - "Offer your seat to the monks (the train)" The accents are also given preference to children (I witnessed one lady,
elderly, give rise to a 10 year old) FIGURE 4 - The adaptation of the Ronald McDonald McDoanld saluting the public with the "Wai". Video: In this video, there is a typical example of how the Thais behave every day at 8 am and 18 pm. Everyone is standing motionless, with upright and silent, the hymn respecting the flag and the monarchy. I witnessed several times going to the university at 8 am, even once looking to buy my ticket and she raised the balcony, looking at me without answering. The video is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8DCAPsGtkA&feature=related Another curious fact is the time to tell here. Several times I got information that sounded to me completely confused. I understand this week that they divide their time of day into 4 parts. Follow the link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six-hour_clock *** DEC 20Singapore seems a striking example of capitalist development in a cosmopolitan society governed with authoritarianism. Recife weather conditions with twins, and the dynamics of the economy is based around the port development. The official language is English, but there is all the languages come from differences faces / ethnic groups. Do not deny that it is quite strange to see oriental faces with native English. Scientific progress is valued and acclaimed by sculptures and messages.Indeed, it is the city / country (or city-state) more developed in terms of progress of the capital I have visited. In the plane, before landing, the first message I got to fill in the form of immigration was, in red capital letters: "DEATH TO DRUG DEALERS UNDER THE LAW OF SINGAPORE". Smoking is prohibited on public roads, and the fines for littering are severe gum and mainline. Being small, expensive and overdeveloped, I thought it would be better to continue the trip to Malaysia. I'm on a bus and get there around midnight and try to find the hostel where a friend is.
Dears, (Sorry again for major mistakes in English, it was Google translated and I corrected only a few things)Massage, meditation and a touch of sophistication in cuisine. Three lines that rather illustrate what the Thai identity wants to avoid, something that Bangkok (capital) has managed to raise. Stress.The strangeness of everyday life leaves the hand, and the absorption of the experience is sometimes so chaotic that it is difficult to focus on what to share. There are many stories to be heard, counted, so many people to explore. Sometimes I felt like writing about others, because I know that the others here today are part of my experience. But I'll follow the line of expectation.Jay is a former member of AIESEC (since 2002) who currently works as a freelance workshops involving Contemplative Learning. He invited me to join the team of voluntary coordination of the World Jam 2011, organized by YES! The event brings together young leaders from social enterprises around the world and practice self-knowledge through the activity of sharing experiences and therefore, applying the knowledge gained from the project site. Involving spirituality and ethics, will be 7 days on a farm in northern Thailand, a special farm center is called "self-reliance," where some people (about 20 from all over the world) practice sustainable living through centrer learning, organic cultivation, seed-saving practices and other activities of spirituality. Inspiring. I'll be there late next month, but it started working. (Event: http://www.yesworld.org) (local: http://www.punpunthailand.org/).Another invitation I got was from AIESEC Thammasat, who organized a night to give some lectures about "your" country. In the presentation, I joked and questioned these terms, asked what means "our country" and whether should I be talking about football, samba, carnival, development, industry, friendliness, culture, or identities formed through everything this (for me). It was very interesting, all very curious about me and what I carry with me - Brazil, the Portuguese, Sweden, exchanges, studies, plans ...The dining experience at each corner holds a unique appreciation of taste. The cost of a meal is about 10 kronor (with drink), and the only problem is to choose one of 40 different dishes described in a rudimentar English, but I recognize that this surprise is part of the delightness. When not with chopsticks, eating with a spoon and a fork is also a practice in Southeast Asia that sometimes takes the focus off the food, but you can fix that.Our group of exchange students visited Kanchanaburi, a province known for being home to parks and outdoor activities. Walking on a bamboo raft along a green atmosphere, refreshing dip in a river, climb mountains and take a bath in clear water next to visible fish nipping him ... precious.In contrast, the traffic Bangkok exudes chaos and stress. Around my university (which is not in Bangkok), it is common to see three girls hitting on a bike, defying the laws (?) and the challenges of local traffic.It is not as common, at least when speaking in English, a typically Buddhist response to the issues of permission - even though I already have
the same responsibility in English. I heard that it is more common in Bhutan. If you ask "Can I answer ..."," If it makes you happy ...".Planning travels to Vietnam, Cambodia, Malaysia, Singapore and Hong Kong. Last weekend we were in Bangkok in a luxury hotel which cost 100 kronor each, and at 3 am on Sunday I was in a street with no friends (had left them), no cell phone (dead battery), no money (...) without communication with the taxis. It was fun.Maybe this e-mail was brief and not as consistent, but the lack of understanding and alienation are part of the experience on this moment I write. I had written one before, but my lack of skill with Gmail made me lose it. There were more adjectives, no more information.I hope you are all brilliantly well.big kram in each one,Renand(Ps.: in one of the pictures with the image of Buddha, observe the position of the feet of those present. This behavior is not only in relation to the image of Buddha, but with any person, images and even objects as a way of showing respect. ..)-- Renand Grando
Today, when I went in my classroom door for the course of Buddhist philosophy, I see a monk sitting in the chair of the teacher. I go back a little, went to take a short walk around, thinking of what kind of greeting I do and if I must do. Clumsy, I entered the room and did nothing. He is the teacher, and early in the class we all had to meditate for 15 minutes, which it will be routine in every class with him. Covered by an orange cotton cloth, he wore sandals There was another teacher to introduce it to the class and I noticed that, while exchanging paper and pen with the monk, she never picked up directly from his hands, but always using table as intermediate. The monks are inspired by Siddata Gotama, the Buddha, and they live from what people give on the streets and the principle of Buddhism on seeking happiness by avoiding pain to achieve freedom begins to make sense for my understanding of it with democracy. The class was insightful enough to the projection presentations, but there is a huge deficit in his English, perhaps because he has got a lot of time with no contact with foreigners in temples. Unfortunately, I believe that I will move to another class for that reason. It's a shame, not only by discipline and experience of a classroom lecture by a monk, but also because of several friends from Bhutan and Myanmar I had met today.At night, exchange students will go to Khao San Road. Most I know are Finnish, and a neighbor of mine which is also exchange student from Sweden. Let's rock. Warm weather. Swimming pool, free gym and nice thai food 5 minutes from home. Amazing people. A trip with local AIESECers to Amphawa this weekend. My teacher of Buddhist Philosophy is a monk. He says that Buddhism considers our "circular existence and refuses beliefs that human beings cannot develop themselves under God's power". Thailand, I'm falling in love with you. It's almost midnight on a new Friday. Saigon, Vietnam, Bangkok and now on the way to Chiang Mai in the north. Still not understand how I stopped here today. In fact, do not care.What matters to me now that I finally find myself with words, trying to turn out continuous flow of ideas confused, trying to rationalize a full reality, which no longer fits in the eyes, brain. Time to reflect and try to understand the actions of the last hours, days, weeks. The most intense I have lived. Magic moments. Tragic moments.Should not pay attention to health problems, I've always tried to ignore or sublimate the beauty of the spirit. But after a while ill, sprain, being bitten by a stray dog and have the side effects of strong remedies, the anxiety of "being" only affects, pain, trapping the air, disturbs the concentration and hurt the sleep.My only credit card got stuck in an electronic machine. I thought only in Europe they had ATMs on the streets, but when I saw that
in Thailand and even Vietnam is in the same way, I realized that was different in Brazil. Well, I get no credit card and unable to get money. Until today.The sending of cards in 5 working days for my parents would have been enough if the news of floods and floods do not cause much panic in the neighborhood. An uncertainty hung in the air slowly, and misinformation, gossip, told me he said.Uncertainties help increase the precautionary and thus in preventing that might not exist. For the region where I live began to be deserted, all the exchange students left, the brick built stores with more than one meter in front. "The flood is coming tonight," they said. And to this day say.Amid the panic and the desert, and the university canceled classes, exams and attendance until 1 November, I invited two colleagues to go on a cyber cafe to play any game. Boldness, perhaps.I heard screaming the sky and the rain trying to pour misery on the beautiful Thai land. Rain came as marking the fate of land now unsafe. We went to the center of Bangkok, it would be safe from flooding. Said it was the worst in 50 years. The hotel was the others were crowded. At 2 am, I suggested spending the night playing Counter Strike. And so, until I went to another hotel and catch a flight to Vietnam.Vietnam? No longer knew where I was going, anything marked ouo planned. No money. With colleagues.Vietnam was one of the most fantastic experience I have ever seen. Indescribable. I knew that to get closer to the human being I should go further, and slowly begin to discover that reach far. Vietnam. People mysterious, magical atmosphere, smell remarkable. Simple songs in simple squares and balls promoting the happiness and welfare of many. Effective people, raw and aggressive traders, intelligent.Salespeople. Motorcycle occupy the roads, and cars are almost invisible. Crazy traffic. Yes, I had to rent a bike and brave the atmosphere fantastic. I missed a flight for not having a credit card to pay for your ticket, and when I asked to speak to the manager of the airline the answer was no, the rules are clear and you're like any other. No money, no phone and taxis 5 times the normal price, there was no escape from that airport. In one of the most striking scenes for me, I walked along the highway, with no sign of car and with a few bikes. I noticed a taxi waiting kilometers later, when theoretically would have given up on the floor would be about 50 km. In the first car that I saw, stretched out my arm and serious Vietnamese accepted me. I went back. I knew somehow a Venezuelan, who lent me about $ 140. Excellent.I began to understand why U.S. troops in Vietnam did not resist. In a way, I can understand the Thai people by facial expressions, gestures and how they think, but the Vietnamese were a shock to me. The fascination for the "west" of Thailand turned
into a cold indifference by the Vietnamese. They looked with surprise that there was a stranger, but with admiration. The curved heads of Thai and a constant smile can cause excessive respect that reaches a certain submission, unlike the expression would be with posture in Vietnam. In these terms, trying to understand them, I visited the War Museum and found that one of Agent Orange. Touching. My footsteps followed the victims in Vietnam, Mazel, alive before my eye. Put on google.One night I ended up in the apartment of a fellow AIESEC I met in Thailand and she was small and light as a barbie East, I can barely stand it on your bike. With her and her cousins, they live in one apartment, I ate the skin from chicken legs, a baby duck that before seemed like a simple stripped-boiled egg, and others.My colleague, Huong, is a mystery. Remember having this feeling when I met with the Torah, when unable to connect expressions in words, or paavras attitudes and thoughts. Huong showed me his land, the land economically poorest and most impressive I've ever been. I do not understand if he was sleeping in the apartment was interfering with several of his cousins, but the doubts at the airport became more clear. Those small oriental eyes with tears of longing towards me moved me. I said "Goodbye."Back in Thailand, the stress level is in altissimio. Data are that the area where I live is submerged, and so all my belongings would be under water, since I live on the ground floor. We can not go home. All taxi drivers reject. The option would go to help local flood victims and go to the site with help from military service. No, we think. We went to town and slept in a hotel. Upon waking, we got a taxi to go to it. There was a certain sign of flooding, but nothing serious. The deserted town with no stores open or Spare, was the most frightened. I took my belongings and put upstairs.And now, let's go where? Hotel? Until when? Embassy of Brazil, Finland and Sweden say to avoid the area where we live. Woe to discover that Jay had bought my ticket to northern Taiandia, to the project he had been invited. Now I am the way, three days earlier than expected. Interesting enough.*****Pretending that the world is a wonder, a Thai and I have been coordinating the arrival of the participants. It's funny, they should think that all my focus and 'the event.But the farm where I took them and where the activities will be is a world apart. High in the mountains of northern Thailand, people around the world, blending in ethnicity and language and form one big family, where all are brothers and parents of the children of others. The water you drink comes from the rain. What you eat comes from the land that they farm. The house is constructed with soy, clearly made by hand. A large table shallow, with incredible Spare sitting, sharing every bit of
life.Now, spending the night in a rustic hotel in Chiang Mai, I receive news of flooding in 70cm from where I live in Bangkok. University stoppage delayed until November 14.And nobody knows what to do. Very few stress I was because I had to walk my way north and then leave them in uncertainty. So I'm here with this project in order to try to avoid worrying about the other concerns.Yes, 100 dollars in his pocket, dirty clothes, no credit card but still a lot of energy to continue this way.tight hug to all-- Renand Grando-- Renand Grando
(again, translated into English via google translator. Will make a review when I can)Beginning of November, maybe 10th in the year of 2554 At the bus station in Chiang Mai, Thailand, with a ticket in hand. Would travel up to 12 hours Korat, to engage in a project to coordinate classes for children. After a connection style "irresistible invitation", postponed the project for a few days, I changed my ticket and went over 3 hours to the north. Here I am in a workshop on "Transformative Leadership" (based on techniques of Aikido). When I arrived in the new city and tried to get in touch with a colleague. Not understood, but it seemed someone with a car at the bus station where he landed. I got into the car and travel up to 1 hour to find my colleague and other future colleagues. Then I discovered that he had hired the car and we'd pay for it. Before dawn, on top of a mountain, we saw the sunrise over the clouds, on a rock on the mountain called "Phu Chee Fah" in Thai, "Stone pointing to the sky." I opened an account at a local bank, because my money transfer problems. The bank asked: "Where do you live?. I laughed. I gave the address I had slept the night before. The apartment I lived still flooded. My semester explicitly going "downhill." I did not realize my backpack made for a short stay in Vietnam a month ago, was all "me" stuff for a long time. Every day there is the time of the national anthem. Wherever you are, everyone stands in silence, respecting the country and the king. Yesterday, in a Buddhist temple that was the image of the king was close to being venerated Buddha. My experience, more alive than ever. Challenges that require quick decisions, aligned with the now and future. I mean, try to make my choices now consistent with my future personal, academic and professional, as the plans have changed. Plans change. And the desperate cry in the ear. Patience ... October 13The workshop encouraged me. The question: what you really care? What do you really care? What do you love? Learning to practice to practice, make appointments and deal with emotional balance, with challenging situations everyday. In the meantime, I attended the festival of Loi Krathong, with fire in the sky balloons and flowers decorated the river. Lindo. -October 16 Reaching the inside of Korat, the uncle of a president of AIESEC committees have been kind enough to collect the "gringo white shirt with the purple bag." The humble home, without anyone until late at night (when she was coming), is typical of the interior. Cumbica refreshing bath with water heated on the stove. I feel like my skin more. Phones broke. I bought another. Cash at the end. And plans are being re-.Good inspirations with the changes. Move on to a project to teach children in rural schools, to 3 hours of where I am. The faces frightened by the first sight of a foreigner are